Any Normal Day

On November 7th I went to school.

I analyzed Shakespeare.

I took notes in math class.

I choreographed to a cheerful song.

I laughed so hard at my friend holding the boom mic to give me an ab workout.

I texted to my boyfriend to tell him I loved him and closed my eyes.

I dream of a life with nothing but love and cats and funny jokes and friends and my love with his arms around me.

On November 8th I went to school.

I analyzed Shakespeare.

I took notes in math class.

Some people told us “not to talk about it”.

We didn’t listen, knowing it was time to talk about it more than ever.

Everyone in my class cried in government.

None of my friends were laughing to hard that day.

They always say “never again”

But, suddenly I’m sitting at school texting all my college friends to make sure they’re ok.

Suddenly, I’m not debating with this kids I disagree with politically.

Because we can all agree:

We need change.

Now.

Because just yesterday all of us worried about finals.

Now today we’re worried about if our older friends are alive or not.

My generation is tired of people in power sending “thoughts and prayers” and doing nothing.

On November 8th I closed my eyes.

And I dream of a world where I feel safe.

Because that kind of world surely isn’t the one I’m living in right now.