By: Anonymous SOAR workshop participant

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In the moments of their final breaths 

My minds eye try to envision what my eyes witness

An act so heinous and cruel

Like sharp and jagged edges of broken glass piecing my heart and cutting into every fiber of my being

 

The stench of rotten garbage permeate my nostrils 

I watch helplessly at the hatred oozing comfortably 

As you self-righteously cut off the air supply of another human being

With no sense of regret or remorse

 

Bitter gun flavored metallic gumdrops fill my throat 

I feel the life of my people draining from my soul

 

The deafening sound of shattering glass has once again drowned out the pleads to live, to breathe, to be.