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Lauren Wilkins

#PrayForOrlando

Eddie texted me at 2:06 to say

Mommy,

I love you.

Mommy,

Even in my last moments

This is all I can think to say

It’s times like these I wish I was back home

In Sarasota, Florida

Even though there,

The words “I’m gay”

Tasted like acid rain

At least they weren’t a bullet to the head.

 

Eddie texted me at 2:06 to say

Mommy,

I love you.

            Mommy,

This is not what I want to be famous for.

I am more than a victim

I have talent flowing from my fingertips

That the world will never know

Because he could only see

Boy + boy = threat

 

Eddie texted me at 2:06 to say

Mommy,

I love you.

            Mommy,

I’m trapped in the bathroom of a gay night club in Orlando

There’s a man here with a gun

And I don’t know how long I have left

Before my name becomes a death toll

A #PrayFor

A temporary Facebook profile picture

 

            Mommy,

How long until deaths like mine trigger more than just tears?

Until we’ve had enough of the second amendment

Back firing

Until your semi-automatic response

Is to harshen our gun laws

            Senators,

I understand that rewriting the constitution

Is not easy

But it shouldn’t just be our school children

Who have to bite the bullet.



            Mommy,

This is what happens when an unstoppable force

Meets an immovable object

This is what happens when a man

Hollow with hatred

Meets a gun of the same caliber.

With bullets as friends, who needs enemies?

I mean,

They’re so easy to get rid of,

But the effort it takes to kill a man

Should be more than it takes to pick a gun up at the cash

There should be time to fill out papers

Time to become licensed to carry

Time for your better judgement to steer you away.

 

Eddie texted me at 2:06 to say

            Mommy,

I love you.

            Mommy,

Please don’t let them forget our names.

Please don’t let them sum up our suffering into two sets of crossing lines

Please don’t let them put a silencer on the screams of the

            27 at Sandy Hook,

                        the 14 in San Bernardino,

                                    the 47,

                                                …48

                                                            … 49 here.

Mommy,         

                        please…

Let me be the last.