Genius Freak

In love with the creative, the brave, the kind, the brilliant, the generous, the crazy, and the hopeful

“Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.” – Mozart


Parkland

I am so fucking angry
That it overruns understanding
In salty cascades of anguish,
Reminding me that anger
Is the mask that pain wears
When wounds go unhealed.
 
I watch the screen for hours
Seeing kids who could be mine
Run out, hands raised,
Forever changed,
Stepping over friends
Who will never step again
Into hallways that
Should have been safe.
 
How can I go to school tomorrow
And talk about this?
How can I
Go to school tomorrow
And not talk about this?
 
How this? Again.
 
And again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
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And again.
And again.
And again.

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