By Emily Whorley
[Emily Whorley is a recent high school graduate from Stafford County, Virginia.]
The idea is balance, right?
Then show me the balance.
Show me what evens out all the death.
All the trauma,
All the hunger,
Tell me, where’s the balance?
You say “Just be happy” or “Smile.”
I don’t want to smile.
I don’t want to “Just be happy.”
I don’t want the slogans and sayings and empty promises.
Your “Thoughts and prayers” are not enough
Your apologies are cheap
Your speeches are hollow.
Do not tell us it can be remedied when you don’t listen,
All that you’ve said will change, hasn’t.
Not when you move on as soon as it fades from your story
When people stop posting about it.
Help me find the balance in a place where our leaders care more about numbers then people. Where students are trying just to
And you want to talk about their SOL scores?
Show me the balance in a place where a person can fear for their life because of what they look like
Or where they’re from
Or what religion they believe
Or simply by going to school.
Where a person can slaughter a nation and
Where people die from broken hearts.
Where people gun down first graders
Or civilians in a grocery store.
Where people live believing there is nothing
Because no one’s bothered to show them
I am on my knees
God, show me