Sunday, June 19, 2016

Orlando Pride, Orlando Strong



We are not welcome?
Well I say nay,
instead you are not welcome.
For I see in you
a hate I cannot heal.
And I will not waste one ounce of breath
in my short life
countering the distaste
you have for me.
Because I have way too much life to live,
and way too much love to give
to be swayed by your hate,
and your bigotry.
You could not imagine
the fear I have felt
living everyday as myself,
because unlike you embracing nerdom,
embracing myself comes
with a death sentence.
Fuck you and your politics
this is my life that you're playing with,
and if I don't meet your expectations,
then I am not of this nation
and therefore expendable.
Fuck me?
No,
fuck you,
and all the hoops I'm going through
just so I can please you.
What about my joy
and happy ending?
Well that doesn't matter
for it is a figment of my imagination
because this nation
does
not
stand
up
for
me.
Instead it waits for some tragedy
to it's raise voice against animosity.
And until that time comes I die silently.
Barely a whisper in the newspaper heading
and what then?
A few spotlights on lost souls
with a death count that should have already taken toll.
Because while others died for drugs,
others like me died only for love.
The most innocent emotion known to man,
and it is something I'm denied
again,
and again.
Don't ever think me out of place
for being angry,
for you have lived your life,
but never as me.
And I will continue my optimistic endeavor
that in time
we will see eye to eye.
Until then remember,
you are not welcomed.

*Photo credit to Madam Muse. Follow on Instagram at iam.muse.


I'm an emotional writer. I'm doing my best to present something as intangible emotions in words that convey the idea. It is not always clear, but it is fueled by an energy that is meant to be felt. This piece is not to everyone. It's for those that think of the LGBTQ community as less than nothing. Expendable lives to help press their agenda of fear and intolerance. That is something I can't tolerate; Treating another human life as if it is nothing when we should all be cherished. People try to tolerate or understand why some are who they are instead and pushing against that. Why when we all have fought through so much to just exist? For now we must continue to fight to live because of who we love.


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