I took a pledge for gun sense
and became a target.
People don’t like you messing with
their second amendment.
It didn’t matter another life
was taken by a legally owned aim.
I’m a bitch messing with the right to defend.
Yes, I support gun sense.
This isn’t some "do gooder" trying
to take the steel from your palm.
I am a woman who has lived the trauma
of seeing bad things happen to good people,
the agony you preface with unfortunately
then follow with your vow of no compromise.
Is it just unfortunate that my phone rang with someone
bearing the news a young woman I had known since
she was a child was shot and killed by an ex-husband?
Is it just unfortunate to have held a young woman
in my arms who was crying from the terror of being raped
by a boyfriend while he held a gun to her head?
No, I won’t keep quiet because it rocks the family boat,
has me twitter bombed or Facebook jabbed.
I am too grieved by the horror feeding on my silence.
©Susie Clevenger 2014
This is written from the inspiration of Alicia Keys' poem P.O.W. (prisoner of words.