Michelle Bulls, class of 2023
Peace in the Hands of Me
poetry

Me the hands
Wrapped around like a
Golden chain never to
Come undone

You the Mexican, Indian,
Black, White, Mixed, we
Need to come together
Like trail mix

Let’s be nice to each other
So we can unite in our differences

People getting shot is NOT
What I want, I think it is
Because of hatred

Let’s begin to love each other
And bring our country back
To a revolution of grace
And keep our pace the same.