Run, if you can
Hide, if you can’t
If neither, fight
But not to save you:
To save the next kid, the next hall
To give them a couple more seconds
To get there, to stop it.
I am a child, a teenager
But I am also a bulletproof vest
A diversion
A fighting chance for the others
Hope in the form of a distraction.
I am blood and flesh
But I need to be metal and fabric
Minimal casualties
Minimal children dead
Especially sports players
Or pretty girls
Or handsome boys
Minimal teachers and administrators
But, not none.
The Constitution doesn’t allow for none.
Or at least, that’s what they say.
That document is living
But will I be?