I am afraid,
I am afraid, that I will never see the day
The day where I give my kids away
The day where I walk down the aisle in style
Because when I walk the halls I often imagine myself fall
Fall to the floor from the bullet that entered my skull
I look and stare to see which exit is nearest over there
So when I hear the shots ring through the school I know to beware
But alas, all I heard was the two-minute bell
Not the shots of an MK-47 propel
-Nashia Ogbuagu