Poetry: “Aim for Change” By Chalice
Guns shoots falling like rain drops, everybody getting wet. Last month a little black boy got shot in the chest, granting his mother’s worst nightmare. How many more parents will be alive to see their children’s death? How many little brothers will lose their older brothers, how many little girls will grow up without sisters … Continue reading Poetry: “Aim for Change” By Chalice
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