It never hurt to be queer until
you made it burn like a brand
on my skin in that bar.
When you let bullets loose like
kisses on bare skin onto
the bodies of those who I will
never claim to know - and yet
I loved them like my brothers
and my sisters because they were.
I taste their blood on my tongue
when I kiss my girlfiend in public.
The truest of soldiers, martyrs who died
while I continue this quiet
sacred act of my defiance.
I was on my way to Disney World
when 49 people who loved
just like I do were murdered.
I have never felt the hate
of a hate crime in my gut like I did when
I cried under that too white castle
called my mother
asked her how someone could
want me to die so badly without
knowing my name she said
"I don't know."
All anyone can tell me
is they don't know.