Hate Isn't Religion (June 15, 2016)

Know

The words

Before you

Will anger and inflame

Some readers.

But

I don't fucking

Care.

Too long

We have lived

In a climate of fear

And hate.

As

A cold northwesterly wind

Blows across

The land.

Blinding everyone

In this bitter

Arctic vortex.

Freezing

Their logic centres

To the dangers

We face.

Pumping out

Hatred.

As if

It was well water

To drink up.

Never stopping

To think

About the consequences.

Our words

And actions

Will have

On these people

Less stable.

Until

Too late.

When

The police

Start knocking

On doors.

Informing

The surviving

Love ones.

Therisa © 2016

Author's note: Before anyone goes and start attacking the first Moslem, they see, stop and think about this. Most hate crimes, against the LGBT+ community, in North America, are committed, by white Christian males.

Fitting Justice (June 15, 2016)

Please

Don't mistaken

My passivity

For acceptance

Of the Massacre.

Inside

A maelstrom of anger

And tears.

Threaten

To broil over

On the outside.

I want to punish

Those

Who unleashed

Omar Mateen

As a loaded weapon

On Sunday morning.

For teaching him

To hate himself

And the LGBT+ community

My family.

Knowing

Many straight organizations

And individuals

Must be held

Accountable.

For their words

And actions.

As part

Of the healing process

For everyone.

Therisa © 2016

Author's note: In one,  of the free Toronto morning commuter papers, Omar Mateen, was described, as a troubled young man, struggling to accept his homosexuality, with his Islamic upbringing, by his parents. For their actions, his parents have a heavy burden that they owe, to the victims, their family and the LGBT+ community, at large. One doesn't, become a killer, without being trained, to do so.

On The Wings Of A Butterfly (June 15, 2016)

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So easy

To let

My negative emotions

Go.

Like the prevailing wind

Carrying

A coal generation station's

Toxic emissions.

Polluting the land

With my hate

And anger

Downstream.

Destroying all

With my acidic touch.

As I struggle

Against the headwinds

Of hate.

That holds

The world

In its grasp

Today.

Knowing

Within my soul

A gentle breeze stirs.

Like

A butterfly flapping

Its wings.

Giving birth

To a new wind

Of change.

One

Filled with hope

And understanding.

Therisa © 2016

Author's note: For the past 3 days, I have been struggling, to come to grips, with the Orlando Massacre, emotionally, and as, a LGBT+ person. Knowing, I could have been, another stat, to add to the growing tally of LGBT+ people, who have been killed, for being ourselves.

Not exactly sure, why I choose to the butterfly, as a symbol of change and hope, Other then, it's one of the symbols that the Trans-community has adopted, as its own, for growth and metaphorsis of one's true self.

Personal Reactions To Orlando, Fl (June 13, 2016)

It sadden me

Having to write this

After the tragic massacre

Of Orlando, Florida.

As

Conflicting emotions

Fill my soul.

Not sure

How I should vent

These strong emotions

In a positive way.

Without

Harming myself

Or other innocents

With their release.

Knowing

I must do so

To start

My own healing.

Although

Not a victim

Of this tragedy

Directly.

Yet

I do feel

So very guilty.

Having survived

My own series
Of violent

Transphobic/homophobic

Encounters.

Wondering

Why I have survived

Where they didn't.

And

Does this guilt

Ever disappear?

A question

I have

No answer

For.

Therisa © 2016