A young boy,

a pretty girl

when she woke in the morning

glanced into the mirror

she didn’t know

no longer would her

identity

come into play

in the quiet destiny

of her Floridian way.

Last night a little girl

no longer needed reflection

to design her way.

Last night she died

in a hail of bullets

and yet we can still live this

travesty in lunacy

in imagining our children are ok