December 2nd it was
When San Bernardino was riddled with bullets
When a Christmas party was aborted
Unassuming lives came to a gruesome halt
14 victims who will always be remembered
Prayers and candle vigils
Memorials conducted by loved ones
A man and woman were shot dead too
They were Killers
I made my Santa wish last night and wished that
..My grandma would stop weeping
..And my mom and dad would come back
..not wearing the assault clothing
I just want to hold the edge of my mom’s scarf
and sleep
I am always scared these days
Because Grandma says
The child is the mother reborn
She believes I am proof that hope is alive
However, she does not know that I died too
If I live
I am terrified
of the legacy of death mom has left behind
I am the 15th victim of the attack
and its aftermath
a 6 year old baby girl
orphaned, scarred, shattered
Why does no one count me?
Can you light a candle for me too?
Kashiana 