Twenty Years Today
I was twelve years old. Seventh grade.
Maybe the teacher's phone rang. Maybe the principal knocked on the door.
Whatever it was, the teacher turned on the television.
Parental Guidance Advised. Teachers can substitute for parental figures.
Whatever was happening was summarized.
Broken down so even us, children, could understand.
In the following days and weeks, we were taught how to process and grow.
We wrote poems. We read books.
We learned how not to be afraid. We learned how to stand together.
All these years later, it's a damn shame to watch everyone fall apart.