Pulse (a poem)
Lies Guise Lives Lost
Lost Us Great Costs
But It Became Our Hope So Came:
The Start Of Change After Rampage.
Did we sin? Feared by kin We were in Peace within.
Queer and Trans, Black and Brown – Hate entrenched Scorn renown.
Dead queer bodies With melanin And martyred by The fear within.
Radicalized He terrorized And fantasized The genocide.
Loud, rattled and dazed In dark, clouded haze They hid as they gazed Amidst their last days.
Queer, Trans, day-to-day, Discrimination Of our condition. Now these bodies lay…













