Point. Blank.

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.

The thoughts that fill their mind could possibly be aimed towards me. 

 I can not imagine the pain and suffering that many are going through. 

It is hard to swallow this pill, this pill dries my thoart making me cringe. 

I am aware that boys like boys, and girls like girls, 

How could people be killed and targeted because of who they love. 

It is sicking that the ill thoughts of someone can easily be aided by the loose laws of America. 

That this person or people thought of a plan and were able to achieve it. 

I go to sleep at night wondering how live will be when I finally come out of this double door closet. 

How life will be when I grew up and have to face those who hate me. 

Hate me for the color of skin.

The sway of my feminine hips.

Or how my insides turn to butterflies whenever Ben or Ashely looks at me. 

I close my eyes at night and think of those who have fallen, those in orlando and those who will never be mentioned. 

The person or persons that I choose to love doesn’t concern you. 

If Steve and Adam wanna be together, they have that right. 

If Eve and Betty are ready, they have that right. 

Just because you don’t not agree doesn’t mean you have the right to alter the lives of others. 

Its simple. 

Its clear. 

Point.

Blank. 

 

Poetry Slam: 
This poem is about: 
Our world

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