Narrated by Beth Day
The only slingshot I have owned is my voice in an empty room. My God never gave me a stone to throw to topple Goliath or bronze bullets to shoot until the snow blooms like crimson roses while all I hear is the pounding of canons where heartbeats used to be. The only weapon He gave me: a soft tongue and a sharp pen, so that those men who only know rage and violence may have half a chance of taking me on. I have never known a battlefield. nor been commanded to shoot my neighbor between the eyes like a sick dog, or be forced to rape women and children just to make them afraid. I never had to deliver a severed arm cut like bark, then tell a mother, “Here is your son.” I know that many lives have been given unto me, but I will never understand why we must beat the light out of another’s eyes, while hiding Behind gods and wars we don’t understand. You may never hear the shooting snares of drums follow me into battle, But everyone will know my battle cry.
BIO: Beth Day is an aspiring writer from Georgia. She graduated Girls Preparatory School with the class of 2018 and is now attending Reinhardt University. She has two younger sisters who share her interests and steal her clothes.