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i think i was trying to keep my family safe
i didn't want my gramma to die
a big old car pulled up the gravel road into our driveway
a man and a woman got out
i tasted mint on my tounge
and i think i was wearing red pants and a white shirt
they wanted to take us? they wanted us to belive the lies
they wanted us to drop the bombs
they wanted us to take the shot, the pills
i pleaded with them to leave
my soul brimming angrily around the lids of my eyes and sliding off my lashes
i asked them to please leave with every ounce of sincerity i could muster
they wanted me to understand
they knew what was right
haven't you been watching the news?
don't you know what's going to happen?
don't you love your country? your family?
i fired six shots into the sky
i looked down and the chamber was empty
i could see my red pants
where do bullets go when they are shot into the air
i asked them to leave
this time i saw him resign
i saw it in his eyes
i can taste my gramma's starlight mints
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