I wish I would not have to be rushed.

blood rush to the head:

gun shots,
        blood pulse,
                  now someone else is dead.

my eyes feel crazed,
      bulging, in outright anger.


I feel this violence will never end.

blood rush to the head:

scabbed,
   scarred,
       bruised-

the blood I will never dread.

I,
   they,
           we,

        have bled enough not to fear
for ourselves anymore-

        only to fear for the innocent
that this government has killed.


blood rush to the head:

if you stop,
  if they stop,
    if it all will just STOP!


there will be nothing to be said.