
Pulsing music, flashing lights
Dancing in the Colorado night
Bodies move with rhythmic grace
Glowing smiles on each face
The club is packed with dance and glee
A place to live authentically
The music stops as shots ring out
Panic ensues and patrons shout
Two people take action to save lives
A veteran and a trans woman with no guns or knives
18 injured; 5 lives gone
Many others in shock and wan
The morning of Transgender Day of Remembrance the news hits our screens
This mass shooting is about more than it seems
More than gun violence, more than hate
Bolstered by the political climate
As a person who uses words to process what is around me
This is beyond what I can sort without getting angry
I feel a loss on a deeper plane
I'm not afraid, but then again
I am a member of this community
Both religious and LGBT
My anger is not violent or destructive. It's a choice
A righteous call to use my voice
This senseless loss of life is oversimplified
We seek to blame and a reason these club-goers died
Many will say it's guns or religious policy
I think it's more like apathy
Ignorance, distance, and a willing blind eye
If it happens to those whom your thoughts pass by
"It's not my problem, it doesn't effect me."
But that is a false reality
When society runs on fear and falls apart
It's not a matter of policy but of the heart
The sickness in the minds of cowardly men
Has stirred up hatred once again
Decades of progress, ages of plight
Seem to have regressed even before that night
And my anger and tears
Built on the suffering of previous years
The sacrifice of those who came before
The call to rise up once more
Comes down to recounting tragedy on this page
As I process my righteous rage
I don't know if my words hold any sway
Or if anyone will care at the end of the day
I am but one voice in a global community
My words echoing the cry to live openly
No more lives lost. No more painful tears
We are not the cause of your prejudice and fears
LGBTQIA are not the problem in all this mess
And if we're too much, go find less
About the Creator
KAT Hunt
I grew up in a small town in Oregon. In 2nd grade (circa 1984), I was entered into a poetry contest. I won 3rd place and was awarded a small check and a certificate signed by President George Bush Sr. I have been writing ever since.




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