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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…

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