Tell me, my friend
Did it bother you when I cried?
When I cried about the risen surface of the end?
The end of which has already granted us those who died
Those who have died from holding hands with who they choose
And those who tasted lips and an alcoholic drink
Those who had everything to lose
Those who didn't know what to think
When it happened.
Tell me, my friend
Did you pray for my family from the beginning?
Or did you pray for that kind of end
While you lied through your teeth without grinning?
You see, we are more than just a community
We are more than just a band of friends
We are more than your self pity
We are more than a hashtag trend
As we lost fifty in Orlando
You suddenly began to feel upset
While we are still standing strong though
And most of you begin to feel regret
Regret from calling that kid fag
Or yelling the word dyke
Not that I like to see your smile start to sag
But you begin to understand what it is like
Though, you will never know how it feels
How it feels to be murdered by your pitiful words and guns
Yet, we have a heart of steel
And the love we have will always run.
S.L.C. 2016.
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raw emotion.
PoetryA collection of poems I have written dated from high school to present. A lot of these are controversial writings, pieces that are too sensitive for today's society, for many to grasp and carry. Some of these are extremely personal and real life wri...
