Grenade Poem by Cloe C

I am a walking time bomb
one touch and I burst
the fear of being alive everyday has turned me dynamic
I don't remember the last time walking down a street felt safe

worried about the sounds of pops and cat calls
we are blinded soldiers carrying the guilt of abusing
we over use, misuse and underuse the wrong laws
you try to look the other way and turn a cold shoulder

as men combat war and turn into a ticking grenade
bullets striking the hearts of warriors that seize
they fight for the home of the free
but this is only the land of the free to guns

there are more lethal guns then there are people in America
when walking down a street and you fall another victim bullets, did they deserve death?
we are sitting ducks waiting for our wings to be shot at
like a limp bird with a broken wing and leg
WE CRAWL AWAY

who is to protect us? our police departments? our governments?
our government told us to mask our face from contamination for 2 years
our government spilled 21,000 gallons of hazardous chemicals into the air soil and water then returned residents to suffer health conditions

our police departments in the US kill over 1,000 of us annually
our police departments brutalize us and dehumanize us
our police departments should wear bullet proof vests filled with our human rights!