Slam for Orlando

Dear mom, I am sorry for what I have put you through. For not being your ideal daughter. For not fulfilling what is asked of me As a white, American girl. And For not making it easier on you. I am…

Soldiers of rainbow uniforms Marching for freedom Fighting for their existence Trading closets for caskets Skeletons no longer a metaphor White lies stain scarlet Prayers for a safe return Covered in…

The gun that was held in his hands killed many and wounded more. His actions wounded those in the inclosed location as well as those across the nation. I have never been so horrified of what lies…

My heart bleeds pink for the sexuality that the news reporters shove back into the closet. My heart bleeds red for the lives lost. My heart bleeds orange for the hope that the families would heal. My…

I can’t believe I was starting to think that I might be comfortable in my own skin that the spinning of the world might be tipping upright again and the breeze might soon smell sweet and welcoming. I…

— again i see hate, violent suggestion that we are less less pure, less whole — and we aren't whole a gaping wound in a community we want closure for lives lost for wounds inflicted physical,…

my father tells me to be quieter as i’m washing the dishes so he can hear the news, hear about the 102 people shot in orlando last weekend and the candlelight vigil i didn’t attend because i had to…

Drip... Drip... Drip... All I could see is the souls of those roses in his hands. So much blood, the agony of it all... The malignant aura spread across the nation For the sorrow of many where heard.…

I didn't have much to say social media wise in response to the Orlando shooting. At the end of the day although it is a nice gesture to send a family condolences and have a hashtag trend that says…

A normal night that ended in fright Bodies that danced and writhed Turned into bodies that got shot and writhed What a nasty turn of events Now everyone laments 49 lives that were precious are now…

Why? Why did they have to die Why did this have to happen Why would you hurt innocent people What was flowing through your mind Why? Why couldn't you just let it be Why couldnt you accept people who…

Dear sweet Orlando, know that we all have your back even when I can't imagine what its like to be attacked. There are very few words that will come to my head when speaking of this Tragedy the loved…

There were lives lost while people crouched in bathroom stalls, Knowing What could come next. They could only text their mothers While a gunman tested the nation. We've seen it before. We were—and…

Grey skies overhead. Blue seas below, waving. Green trees, hoping for a chance to start anew. Red fire giving trees a chance. Grey skies put the fire out, the sea ceases its spread, the trees start…

Friend you left me alone today. Heaven your mind will depart to. Body stays to decompose down. You are now part of Earth's soul. Friend you left me days ago now. Watch the whole world -- your new…

An image lights up Blaring the news to a room of silence My stomach twists with anxiety I see a selection of letters in the headline I can already sense the looming terror that is yet to feel An…

held at gunpoint, trembling and shaking. we must remember the fallen, ripped away because of a simple request, to love without judgement and love those who fit them best. whether a man loves a man,…

Turn it off Turn off the news Turn off The hurt The hurt The hurt It's too much to take Too much to understand So it's better to just not see It's better to just Turn it off There's too much dark Not…

49 sitting, thirsty for death To kill the parasitic melancholy and loneliness Enter 1, hungry for carnage Ending their pain with a bang

Why do LGBT(+) people like myself get targeted? The worst way we have gotten targeted was Pulse Nightclub with 50 dead by a terrorist and the StoneWall Riot 205 dead by police So many people have…

Forty-nine hearts ripped out of innocent souls, ninety-eight eyes closed for eternity, one hundred ninety-six limbs peacefully paralyzed, the world is praying for these forty-nine hearts

As you stare into the dark grey walls of a small cubical you now reside in Do you think about them? Do you mourn them? Do you regret STEALING 49 bright futures? You have no right to them, you don't…

A shot in a room People start to run One gone The music is still blaring, Lights still dim Two gone The music is the only sound among the gunshots Everyone is silent Ten gone Cell phones buzzing,…

My history is written between the lines. You see, I come from a long line of keep your head down, do not tell them what you are. I come from a long line of shame, shame written in the blood of men…