Imagine your love being illegal. Imagine not being able to hold your lovers hand in public. Imagine getting stoned to death for loving someone that isn't approved by majority.
Imagine your existence being "wrong." Imagine people saying you don't exist and you are wrong, that you're looking for attention.
Imagine having someone question your existence by both of these things. Imagine being hated and beaten for being yourself. Imagine being scared to walk out of your house alone. Imagine being scared of walking out of a store at night because, what can happen?
Imagine the feeling we get from a man running for presedent, scared he could ruin everything we've fought for. Imagine feeling your heart beating as you keep refreshing the page, checking who's winning.
Imagine sitting there, holding your partners hand, crossing your fingers, praying for the inevitable to not happen.
Imagine your heart literally drop as you see who has won. As you see who is your new president. The leader of your country. The amount of people who are happy for this. Imagine your heart stop and you are stunned. You can't move, you can't think, you can't breathe.
You have no idea what to do. No idea how to comprehend this. You are scared. More scared than ever. You hug your lover, your friend, your family, and you cry. You cry because he's won and you believe you've lost.
You're scared because of who you are. You're scared that this can ruin your life. In one second your life falls apart. You're scared of the outside. You're scared of people.
You're walking on the sidewalk And you see two friends laughing. You see a couple walking out of a store holding hands. You see a man propose to a woman in a restaurant window.
Imagine the anxiety getting so bad that you hurt yourself or worse, think of an easier way out. You think it's the easiest way out. And you walk through that door. You're never seen again. Imagine being so scared you leave forever.
Imagine the dread you feel, the emptiness you feel when you hear someone talk about the winner.
Imagine people like you are banned from helping your country. Imagine people like you are now, by law, stoned to death in your country.
You can't imagine it because you have to experience the real feelings to know what we go through. Every single day.
You just can't.
