I’m with blogger Anjali Sareen, I’m sick of this shit (see her blog post HERE). I’m tired of writing about death in the US and abroad (see my post on the Paris Attacks). I’m sick of writing about people’s religiously motivated biases. I’m sick of writing about terror. I’m sick of guns. I’m sick.
So with the killing in Orlando at the Pulse Nightclub, I’m now waiting for someone to make a statement that blames all Muslims for the latest attack. I’m also waiting for someone to say that gays get what they deserve living their “sinful” lifestyle. And like Anjali, I’m waiting for us to all too quickly forget and continue with business as usual.
But there’s one thing that we can’t forget or run away from or pray away or extinguish with bullets: the human condition. Its greatest gift and challenge for us all is the perpetual state of being utterly different than every other human on the planet. Although we might gang up on each other because of a perceived threat of skin color or idea of the divine or sexual partners, we’re still stuck with the fact that we are in the human soup together.
Folks, we can’t get over being human…so deal with it.
When someone’s eyes meet yours
and you know that it is either sex or love
When you say the words to your family
and wait for the tears,
When you march in the parade
being spat on
and verbally attacked because
“God hates fags!”
still holding your head high…
When you break up with a lover…
These are the pounding beats
of the racing heart
that skip and dance and fight and play
in our veins.
This is life being lived
not a “lifestyle”, choice or sin.
This is a way of being “human”
as old as the planet
that throbs in us all.
Will ever stop this
(for all of the kids who just wanted to have a good time last night, the staff and owners of the club and the families and community that is now torn apart. We…loving, breathing human beings…are with you.)
2 thoughts on “Pulse”
Thank you, Adam. I am sick, saddened, angry. I feel utterly impotent to do anything to fix it.
Yes. THIS. So well put, Adam. “We are in the human soup together.” And the poem is deeply powerful.