Nov.9th 9: 55 Am Poem by Anna Pine

My blood runs hot as I freeze in my tracks.
The news that befalls my ears hurts, it hurts deep
'a teenager - with a gun shot another person at school'
when the inevitable tears trace their tracks down my cheeks
I am not sad
I cry tears of anger
my tears are warm with fury
I am mad that kids have guns at School
I am upset that our society let that happen
I am scared - that could've been me or my friends.
It was someone, someone's friend
So I let myself cry tears of anger as I go to protests to try and change the world