Numb To This

Hannah Millichamp

Welcome to America where you have been told all your dreams will come true. Especially when your dream is bleeding out from a gun in your school.

How are we all so numb to this?

To the deaths, the bodies, the futures, murdered and stolen The promises made, then broken and forgotten The deaths going in vain. It’s only a matter of time before it is us. Before it’s the school you or I are at Maybe where I am now, or University, when I get my Masters, or my PHD

How are we all so numb to this?

To the people who are hurt To the people picked off one by one. To the futures we ruin in our inaction. To the children going to school with bulletproof shields in their backpacks.

How are you numb to the reality of children’s bloodied corpses

We may or may not die today. How are we so numb to this suffering when it happens daily?

Maybe that’s why we are so numb.

You really don’t know if you or your child will make it home. So we push it away, pretend we are safe, No one is truly safe.

We are all so numb to this.

I was numb two months ago when they told me about a guy walking through the halls with a rifle or AR-15 ready to shoot up the building I was in

Even then it didn’t really set in my bones and body that I could be murdered, I could die until I ran from my classroom outside crying,

People keep pretending this is nothing or just another tragic unpreventable news story. This is very much preventable

How many: lives, children, sons, daughters, teachers, futures, must be murdered, snached and stolen before the numbers are finally high enough Hear their souls screm for change

One day maybe it will be me who’s shot. I’d rather die an empty promise than live with the trauma and fear the constant reminder.

If I died, maybe my death would finally be the one who’s worth something. Maybe the numbers would finally be high enough for people to do something. Maybe my death would finally equal and number for true change.