In honor of the shooting in Orlando
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curling fingers grasp cold hands
tears swim in eyes
forming oceans of sorrow in some
furious thunderstorms in others
yellow paint marked her summer dress
dark blue stars dotted his button-up
Our founding fathers figured that we have to sacrifice some individual freedoms to secure larger freedoms for all.
—
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
RED is the violence our kind faces
a discrimination that surpasses
religion and races
An ORANGE tinge outlines
our scars. A reminder of
Injustice comitted this June,
in an Orlando
gay bar.
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,
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
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
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
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
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?
Now we wonder how.
How how how how how?
How could this happen?
So you pick up a pen,
But all that comes out,
All you can shout,
