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ALL THE DEAD BOYS LOOK LIKE ME
Last time, I saw myself die is when police killed Jessie Hernandez
A 17 year old brown queer, who was sleeping in their car
Yesterday, I saw myself die again. Fifty times I died in Orlando. And
I remember reading, Dr. José Esteban Muñoz before he passed
I was studying at NYU, where he was teaching, where he wrote shit
That made me feel like a queer brown survival was possible. But he didn’t
Survive and now, on the dancefloor, in the restroom, on the news, in my chest
There are another fifty bodies, that look like mine, and are
Dead. And I have been marching for Black Lives and talking about the police brutality
Against Native communities too, for years now, but this morning
I feel it, I really feel it again. How can we imagine ourselves // We being black native
Today, Brown people // How can we imagine ourselves
When All the Dead Boys Look Like Us? Once, I asked my nephew where he wanted
To go to College. What career he would like, as if
The whole world was his for the choosing. Once, he answered me without fearing
Tombstones or cages or the hands from a father. The hands of my lover
Yesterday, praised my whole body. Made the angels from my lips, Ave Maria
Full of Grace. He propped me up like the roof of a cathedral, in NYC
Before, we opened the news and read. And read about people who think two brown queers
Cannot build cathedrals, only cemeteries. And each time we kiss
A funeral plot opens. In the bedroom, I accept his kiss, and I lose my reflection.
I am tired of writing this poem, but I want to say one last word about
Yesterday, my father called. I heard him cry for only the second time in my life
He sounded like he loved me. It’s something I am rarely able to hear.
And I hope, if anything, his sound is what my body remembers first.
The family that lost two daughters in a Chapel Hill shooting last year want to know.
This breaks my heart. Breaks it.
Jac sent this, an essay by someone who had an abortion. The essay is published anonymously. It includes this:
It doesn’t matter to me what your religion is or what your personal values are. If you do not believe in abortion, don’t get one. Make sure your sex life reflects your values, too. But your values have no place in my uterus.
I’m a Bible-thumping, Jesus-believer. And I couldn’t agree more.
Since Thursday’s theater shooting at Lafayette, Louisiana, which killed two and wounded nine, there’s been a petition started that asks Republican presidential candidates to refuse or return campaign contributions from the blood-gargling National Rife Association. That includes Louisiana Gov. Bobby Jindal, a big gun supporter who suspended his campaign for a while and said discussing gun control wasn’t appropriate in the wake of the carnage.
So when is the appropriate time, Gov. Jindal? Because it is really, really challenging to find a time when there hasn’t been a mass shooting.
Though the NRA pours more money into the pockets of Republican candidates than Democrats, I’d broaden that to any one who takes one thin dime from the NRA will not get my vote, ever.