You're gay.
Don't worry; you're closeted, so you're safe.
Except... you're at Pulse in Orlando.

June twelfth, two-thousand sixteen is a very important day.
Especially if you're in Orlando. Especially if
You're gay.

The night is like any other. You're just going out with friends.
You hug and kiss your mom goodbye, not thinking it was the end.
Except... you're at Pulse in Orlando

A Latino man comes over and he takes you by the hand.
He gazes into your eyes and asks if you would like to dance
"You're gay?"

Suddenly, you hear gunshots, "Just part of the music" you think
You realize that it is not, hoping that this is just a dream.
Except... you're at Pulse in Orlando.

You run into the restroom, and lock the stall with a trembling hand.
"I love you, Mommy. I thought I'd be home soon," you say.
Except... you're at Pulse in Orlando...and
You're gay.

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