Orlando shooting
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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
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
Soldiers of rainbow uniforms
Marching for freedom
Fighting for their existence
Trading closets for caskets
Skeletons no longer a metaphor
Odd as it seems, I don’t remember where I was.
I just remember my sister wanting to cuss
I remember at the start
Everybody prayed
Twenty sixteen please be better
They said and said and said
I remember at the start
I'm sorry
I'm sorry this happened
I'm sorry the world isn't what we had hoped for
I'm sorry that you are scared every day
I'm sorry that you fear for your life
I'm sorry people like that exist
Orlando. <br/>Another name now shorthand for tragedy.<br/>Another line drawn in time, <br/>A before and after, <br/>Things will never be the same.<br/>Another mass shooting.
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.
I don't ever write about coming out
because it's just never been something I felt I had to share
People tend not to believe me anyway
My hair is long and curly
I wear makeup and dresses
I don't act like one
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
my father tells me to be quieter as i’m washing the dishesso he can hear the news,hear about the 102 people shot in orlando last weekendand the candlelight vigil i didn’t attend because i had to work
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 behind someones closed eyes.
There was a day before you and there'll be a day after you. And I know no one thought that day was soon,But it was.
We dance, merry in a fortunate life
With lights flashing blue and green and red
Our only wish: that this will never end
A sentence without a terminal point
We are young. We are free in this great dance
