I feel like I've met you.

Like I know you.

But the truth is,

I only know of you.

I've only met the memories of you.

 

The teen boy who carried groceries for the ladies at church.

The little girl who danced and praised.

The boys who dreamt of playing in the NFL.

The young man who wrote and sang his own music.

The teenager dedicated to mentoring younger girls.

The young mother studying to become a nurse.

 

You were sisters and brothers.

Fathers and mothers.

Aunts and uncles.

Cousins and friends.

You were daughters and sons.

 

You were somebody.

Somebody that shots fired can never take away.

 

Guns don't discriminate.

And bullets have no name.

But, obituaries have a name.

Gravestones have a name.

Legacies have a name.

Angels have a name.

You have a name.

 

Jamyla

Mike

Ezell

Sean

Whitney

Isis

Jermaine

Kahiem

Jay

Corey

Aaron

Michael

Alvin

Anthony

 

A name worth remembering.

A name worth fighting for.

A name we honor by yelling,“enough”.

 

The pull of a trigger may have taken your breath.

But no gun will ever take your name.