Elementia gun violence

Writing

Untitled

By Andre Stevens

Scream. yellin all the time. a chill pill Is what you need to find some. I like to bury myself very deep within my mind. You say i’m mental, but i’m sentimental when it comes down to my rhymes. you just take my rhyme book and throw them away all time.


Pictures

By Carly Hassenstab

Police tape lines the yard I walk past Baby blue house in cookie-cutter neighborhood I look down and it says welcome I quickly step in and close the door so the camera flashes don’t glimpse inside A table set for seven with pink orchids in the middle Hand-colored drawings with markers on the frid


In my final moments

By Sankara “Le prince heritier” Olama-Yai

I hear the gunshot, I do not see  The bullet but I know it’s coming  Aimed to perforate my skull  They say your life flashes, once death’s  Shadow is on your tail and grips you in  Your terror’s wake.


Shades of Pain

By AonB

Another black kid got shot by a white cop. ANOTHER BLACK KID GOT SHOT BY A WHITE COP. ANOTHERBLACKKIDGOTSHOTBYAWHITE COP. ANOTHERBLACKKIDGOTSHOT ANOTHERBLACKKIDGOTS

Ten . . . Nine . . . Eight . . . Seven . . .