"My name is Channa Goldman, and I am an 18 year old writer from Upstate New York. I am a regular writer for Grlmag.com, and I have also written poetry for Rookie Mag and Teen Ink. I would say that I make art due to an obsession over humanity, all of its beauty, all of it's fault, and everything in between. 
This is a piece written with the Florida massacre in mind, dealing with grief and mourning within the Jewish faith, and the hearts of human beings. With all of my out rage and heart ache over the pain I feel for the lost lives of innocent human beings, this is how I’ve chosen to speak out."

​​Instagram: @jewlishious

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Ohseh Shalom (Maker of peace)

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In increments of 18 do we give
The number of life, tradition calls it
In increments of 17 I fall
There is no mathematical equation
for the splitting of our skies, lord, the shots
they are mocking me and all of heaven
she is falling, so faceless and ashamed

Rabbi’s of Babylonian Talmud
They wrote that the destroyer of one soul
was of equilibrium in evil
to one who ruined the whole of the word

Hands and triggers, bloodshot is my heartbeat
17 worlds and hurting hardening
all over, there is a coating of it
While the taste of oxygen makes me cry

The classroom walls, all coated in Kaddish
Mourners eyes are asking me everything
As I ask myself how to pray again
Without fear from the darkness of shut eyes
Without any numbers, and all in names

Alyssa, Scott, Martin, Nicholas
Aaron, Jaime, Chris, Luke, Cara, Gina
Joaquin, Alaina ,Meadow, Helena
Alex, Carmen, Peter, I say for you

“May there be abundant peace from heaven”