Seventeen
Seventeen By Aarohi Talati seventeen – used to paint my thoughts yellow with happiness and innocence waves crashing against the sand, teenagers laughing as water sweeps their friends off their feet idealized love and stolen kisses naivety and idealism and ambition and potential the urge to be someone to do something… seventeen – doesn’t paint my thoughts anymore isn’t deserving of any color brings with it the sorrow of seventeen lives ripped away; bullets ricocheting in hallways, teenagers screaming as hot metal kills their friends in front of their faces scars, both mental and physical no idea which one hurts more. but now we can be someone, do something. we won’t stop at anything we will not be trivialized, we have the attention on us: we have the power now. |
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