Collective Unrest

 

Newspaper Clippings

May 22, 2019

I tear news clippings from newspapers

to remember flesh and blood martyrs.

 

Now please understand when I say

that I don’t want to get political,

 

But when my worth is questioned

due to homophobia, I have reason to protest;

 

When I can’t openly walk outside with a partner

without being called slurs and taunted,

 

When my Highways of love are polluted

with bumper stickers saying, “God Hates Fags,”

 

When daffodils of purity are stomped

upon by the faceless shadow of hatred,

I have reason to believe there is a problem.

 

Now I was always taught

to hate the sin, not the sinner;

 

But when a large part of my identity,

no, my very existence,

 

is marked as something worthy of the death penalty,

There is definite reason to pause and worry.

 

When Matthew Shepard was lured, tortured,

and brutally murdered for his sexual orientation.

 

When Mark Carson, holding hands with his partner,

was cornered and taunted, and then stabbed

to death for being himself.

When Ahmed Said and Dwone Anderson-Young

were trailed after leaving a gay bar,

and beaten to death

while trying to reach their vehicle.

 

Now in the beginning I said that I didn’t want

to get political,  but believe me more when

I say that I don’t have that choice.

 

Adam Levon Brown is an internationally published poet and author in 14 countries. He identifies as Neurodivergent and Queer. He has had his work translated in Spanish, Albanian, Arabic, and Afrikaans. Boasting over 300 published pieces, you can find his writing at such publications as Burningword Literary Journal, Firefly Magazine, Zany Zygote Review, Epigraph, Angel City Review, and Ariel Chart.

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