You may have thought that this didn’t concern you.
But with the news firing, flaming, and furiously forcing the facts down your throat, you are scared.
You are not incorrect to be scared, as sidewalks are scary.
They scare me to death when I hear a footstep on one, even though I realize it was my sister and it was a replica made out of plastic.
Yet the thump and the crack made me shiver, as it can be hard to tell what is real these days.
I am scared.
This is because I could trip on a sidewalk, I could fall on a sidewalk, I could die by a sidewalk.
They say that we need them, yet I do not know why we would need something that takes lives every day; in our streets, in our yards, in our schools.
Once every week this year: 1/20, 1/22, 1/23, 1/31, 2/1, 2/5, 2/9, 2/14, 2/24, 2/27, 3/2, 3/7, 3/8, 3/13, 3/20, 4/9, 4/12, 4/20, 5/11, 5/18.
There is no comfort in this epidemic. If I could think of one thing masquerading as comfort it is the vague and icy relief some parents feel when deported back home.
“At least there are less sidewalks here”.
Why oh why do the youth of this country have to use fragments of themselves that gravel ripped off to try and crush up sidewalks’ edges?
When all that happens next is a single-manned crane replaces whole strips.
We are scared.
Yes, I realize that the land beneath sidewalks has eroded due to years of digging and spilling and tearing- Americans are torn up.
But I ask you, how can we attempt to patch up this earth and plant a new garden when concrete still covers it all?
Let us breathe.
When I walk into training for work let me learn how to care for the spirits of my children, not guard them from sidewalk attacks.
It feels as though it is no longer if, it is when.
Please, we are tired of hiding and running and fighting, we just want to rest.
I beg that we do not treat our sidewalks like we do our guns.
One just makes sense, the other has the right to kill.