If It Were My Child

A poem about Uvalde

If it were my child

I would stand in the middle of a busy street and scream until my voice left my body.

If it were my child

I would rip out every hair from my head until I covered the grass with my pain.

If it were my child

I would scale the tallest building and stomp until it fell down.

If it were my child

I would beat my chest and bare my fangs and throw myself up against glass until it…