Still Reeling…

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Our community is suffering this week.  Our people are hanging their heads low, looking over their shoulders and getting where they need to go as quickly as they can.  They are also embracing each other and standing together to let the world know that this will not silence us.  This is a wake up call.  This is to let us know that there is still so much work to be done.  This still tells us that we have to continue to stand tall and stand proud and stand together.  This tells us that even in the face of danger and in the face of hatred, if we stand together, with our allies, we can begin to defeat some of the hatred in this world.  Not all of it, but a lot it.  We need to keep showing our faces and our families, and hold hands.  We, that are loud and proud, need to continue to advocate for those of us that have no voices or are scared for one reason or another to be seen and heard.  We need to continue to fight.  In the aftermath of the Orlando massacre (because really, what ELSE can it be called?!?!), it’s so  hard to look at my kids, and my wife, and know that doing NOTHING could affect them so terribly, that I refuse to be scared into a closet again.  I look at my family and know that I will not be silenced and that I will always do my the most I can and the very best I can to make sure that they are safe and taken care of.

I still don’t know how to wrap my head around everything that happened.  I still don’t even know if I have fully processed what has occurred.  I still cry when I see pictures of the victims because so many of them look like my younger brother or his ex-boyfriend (who is still a huge part of our lives and our family).  I look and see the face of my best friend, and sometimes even a future Levi, Noah, and Austin finding a place to call their own with people just like them.  It makes me sad for the parents who lost their babies, and for the LGBTQ and Latino communities, Orlando, and the world as a whole.  What a sad, sad world we live in.

Before I became a blogger, I was a spoken word artist  who wrote poem upon poem about the things that were going on in my life.  Mostly, during the times that I found myself the most depressed.  Now, in the aftermath of the Pulse tragedy, I haven’t been able to put my pen down…

 

**TRIGGER WARNING** I put myself in the shoes of the victims.  It may be hard to read.  Also, the time and cadence of this poem may be difficult to deal with.  It’s fast and broken, and jumbled…I’m assuming, it was probably the same that night…

Bodies down
Countless victims hit the ground
Music, pulsing, disorienting
We just came to have a good time
We just came to have a good time
We came to dance and live and love
And this place, this haven has been taken from us

Shots fired, shots fired
A lone stranger
Never would have thought we could be in danger
Two men kissing was all he needed as confirmation
The world would be better even if just one less

Where once we were free we are prisoners again
All due to the actions of one deranged man
Hide away, Hide away
Don’t let them see
How all of these people are just like me

Hands turned Crimson as they crawl and scratch their way free
Human lives collected meaninglessly
Mothers waiting for calls that their babies are free
Re-reading texts they’ve sent so vehemently
Praying a reply will come

Loud music on dead ears
Bright lights, closed eyes
How could a community so kind someone despise?
Dispose of despite the cries
Where do the answers lie?
Another childless parent left wondering why
Their child, their baby taken too soon

A man hiding from himself and from what’s true
Assault weapon directly in view
Run for your life
RUN FOR YOUR LIFE
Don’t worry about others and save you
My brothers, my sisters, what can I DO?
What can I do?
What can i do?

What has he done?

 

 

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9 thoughts on “Still Reeling…

  1. My heart breaks with yours as I read about this massacre, one more of a too long list of massacres that end with innocent people losing their lives. I cannot make sense of all the hatred in the world these days. It simple breaks my heart.
    Thank you for sharing your poem, it is beautiful. And thank you for sharing yourself and for alqays being a voice of love and compassion.

  2. Thanks for sharing your feelings and thoughts with us. It’s a very hard week for us all.
    Beautiful poetry. Can I share it with a link to your blog for credit?

    • Thank you, and please share…It’s been a really difficult week. I went to a vigil in my hometown last night, at the LGBT center that I went to when I was younger (they have an incredible youth program), and it was so heavy and loaded, but so filled wiht light and hope, and it was just beautiful. I hope you are starting to recover from the heartbreak…

  3. It’s been just so very awful. So many hugs to you and the family. There simply are no words for the evil that has been done, and what has been taken. Love, Love, Love…we will make this better for our children, and our children shall make it even better for theirs. ❤

  4. Thank you for writing. This was/is the nightmare of every loving parent, sibling, child or friend. And the shooting continues on a daily basis, often not even making the news. I wish our government would stop the sale of such weapons and ammunition and require the registration of all such sales for the past 10 years. I also wish my granddaughter at age 3 had not had to be taught to hide in the closets silently at a signal from her preschool teachers and not make a noise or come out until ‘the people with guns’ are gone. What are we doing in this country!!!!!!
    VOTE and be sure your friends vote too.

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