Our tongues are our triggers,
that we are more than willing to let our bullets fly.
The bullets lodge themselves in hearts, souls, and minds
inflicting their wounds of –
“not good enough”
Our bullets sting and kill
They kill dreams and self-esteem and goodness and respect and happiness and control and hope and success and love and peace and optimism and confidence and courage and possibly life itself
but we shoot our guns without care to aim
We shoot because we love the noise
and the kickback that maybe,
it might dislodge our own bullet wounds.
We fire harsh words
and nasty phrases
and angry sentences
We fire because we can
and we fire because society says so
and we fire because everyone said it is okay
and we fire because what else were guns made for?
There are sharpshooters
so that no one can know where the bullets come from,
and there are silent handguns
so that no one can say they heard the bullets too,
and there are machine guns
so that they can shoot as many as possible,
and there are shotguns
so that they can inflict the most damage with only one shot.
as a species,
as a society,
as a community,
have mastered the art of inflicting pain.
The bullets are smooth and shine in the light,
and whisper to us to fire them
to shoot until you can’t feel your own bullet wound anymore.
But we forget that the bullets lose their luster when covered in crimson.
We carry these bullet wounds with us,
they are the first set of eyes to welcome us to the morning,
they are sitting in the passenger seat on the way to work
they are tying our shoe laces together on the way down the street
and yet we cling to our guns
that if we fire today our own wounds might hurt less.
I believe that language
whether it is Spanish
or Sign language
is the best invention ever.
It gave birth to everything there ever was or will be,
because language gave the ability to cure smallpox’s and bake cakes and drive cars and read bed time stories
At the same time, I believe
that it is also the worst invention ever,
because language gave the ability to create nuclear bombs and convince us that smoking isn’t bad and tell little girls that they shouldn’t play with Lego’s and tell lies
But language is needed
communication is needed
words are needed.
Our tongues will always be our triggers,
and we can’t make less guns
but I just wish there were less bullets flying.