Every day I see so many negatives flash across my television screen, and this poem was my thoughts one day after the shootings in Binghamton NY though the poem is more about all the negativity on television, and not about the event that inspired me. I am always estranged in this digital age of how surreal the real has become in the media of film.

When I was eleven, a girl of my own age, Betty Jean Necessary, was tragically murdered while walking in the woods. I was so traumatized that I no longer indulged in my favorite pastime of exploring without great fear. Years later, I decided it was time to broaden the size of my back porch. I drove to parks and other places of interests. Following my instincts and inner wisdom, not only did I feel safe, I found that each aspect of nature had a wonderful story to share.

Due to the recent events that occurred at Northern Illinois University and various schools through out America, its time that the youth of this nation stand up, open their eyes and realize the on growing epidemic growing in this great nation we call America.