The Accepted Way

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How can I love in a way that is accepted by the minority?

How can I love in a way that I will be prosecuted for if they found out?

I fear being gunned down because I'm 'different',

I fear walking on the streets because of my 'disease',

I can't begin to fathom the minds of these people that hate against us,

Am I an abomination?

Don't I deserve to live?

Why shun me from the world because I love differently?

I never once infringed upon your beliefs,

Why do that to me?

How can you storm in with blazing bullets tearing through our chest?

How could one be so heartless, soulless, and inhumane?

I heard the seraphim singing loudly before I died,

And I can still somehow feel my mother tears on my forehead,

Somehow your lives became more important than mine,

 And I deserved to die; I am a 'disease' plaguing your land,

With the proliferation of tongues telling me I got what I deserved,

Maybe I was an abomination,

But I died loving who I wanted to love in the way that I wanted to love,

I died, so what now? My 'disease' is still and will never be cured.


A/n

I may not be able to understand why they need to love in the way that they do, however who am i to tell them how to live their lives? who am I to kill another human being? who am I to tell him that he is a virus or an abomination to society?  their act maybe wrong, but we aren't God, so why should we act as if we are and judge them based on our beliefs of "the accepted way of loving." R.I.P to those men and women who died in the tragic shooting in Orlando. 

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