I wrote this poem after the Boston marathon bombing.
100%
100 fucking percent
100% pissed that a race ends with bombs
That a charity event ends in the death of an 8 year-old boy
100% lunacy that we can't enjoy simple, healthy, communal activities
That even spectators lost limbs and blood
100% angry that my iron-count isn't high enough to donate my universal blood
100% heart-broken that another activity has been tainted
That athletes who gave 100% are now left broken, missing legs and feet.
100% confused as to why someone would target families and spectators.
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