When I was a freshman in high school, bullets were found discarded in the boy’s bathroom of the 9th grade center.
I remember the horror dripping off of the parents’ faces when they found out what had been found. The sheer terror of every “what if” played on a loop in their minds for weeks.
Sure, we were lucky. Nobody got hurt. The only real violence that occurred during my 4-year-sentence were the numerous fights, all hands; no weapons.
But what if?
Why does a ninth-grader have access to ammunition? Firearms?
Recent school shootings have left all of us up in arms. Is it a gun issue? Mental health issue?
Or is it deeper than that?
Our kids are subject to raising themselves while their moms are busting ass at three jobs while dad’s dead, or gone, or MIA.
Our kids are being forced to learn from technology and phones and computers because parents are too pussy to teach them the difference between right and wrong.
Our kids are being punished by society because we are not there to teach them any different.
Our kids have been failed.
Our society has been crushed.
Our schools are no longer safe.
Kids that haven’t reached puberty yet have access to firearms but not pencils and crayons.
We want teachers to carry but won’t give them the money for basic tools.
We want mental health to be top priority but shun those that plead for help.
We want, we want, we want. But we won’t– it’s too inconvenient.
Kids are fucking dying. Parents are burying first-borns. Future entrepreneurs, leaders, politicians.
They are gone.
What are we going to do about that?
Nothing, absolutely fucking nothing because the left and the right can’t come together to form a coherent sentence let alone a plan of action.
Sorry kids. We’ve failed you.