When I Get My Gun

by Tara Kerrin (15)

When I get my gun
These aren’t just scars on my wrist,
They’re a scar on our society,
And that’s what you’re scared of,
Isn’t it?
You’re afraid of a 15 year old girl,
(A 15 year old girl with a BIC razor)
But your too scared to admit it.
You see my wrist and envision a gun.
Is that it?
Do you think I’m going to do what that kid did?
You think I’m going to go and shoot up my friends.
Well, thank you, I’m not.
Thanks for the vote of encouragement.
I’ll always remember you,
When I get my gun.

When I get my gun,
Ha ha haa,
When I get my gun,
You better look out,
Because I’ll have about 5 pounds of steel,
Freshly polished and loaded,
Steel. I will steal the breath from your lips
And the beat from your heart.
Oh how good it will feel,
But wait,
Will it feel good?
Will it feel good to pull the trigger
And waste that one bullet,
That .5 ounces of metal might just save some ones life.
Someone's life that's worth saving.
Like the homeless guy on the corner

Back to Poem List
Back to Teen Poetry Corner

This page hosted by Get your own Free Home Page