We stand in line - facing the squad
As though we look in a mirror and see the other half
of who we decided not to be
They shot my parents
They shot my brothers and sisters
They shot my friends
And they shoot me, again and again
I don't collapse, but instead walk towards my image
Bullets create a hole in my body that seems to fit
a gun perfectly as I walk through it and embrace
the person behind it
My blood soaks into his pores and
Slowly, very slowly, we mold together
Until all that's left is a shaking man
With red tears
As though we look in a mirror and see the other half
of who we decided not to be
They shot my parents
They shot my brothers and sisters
They shot my friends
And they shoot me, again and again
I don't collapse, but instead walk towards my image
Bullets create a hole in my body that seems to fit
a gun perfectly as I walk through it and embrace
the person behind it
My blood soaks into his pores and
Slowly, very slowly, we mold together
Until all that's left is a shaking man
With red tears