Lissette Quiñones
Arts & Entertainment Editor
It’s unfortunate that tragedy has to be the constructor of a masterpiece
Just know that I was born like this so please, do not be mad at me
But hatred is a sickness institutionalized in this universe
The greatest and the quickest thing to scrutinize how to get hurt
I measure myself on the scales of justice to establish my civic virtue
But it severed my moral compass so I must ask quick; did it hurt you?
Did my personal amendments cause you to spread into a global pandemic,
One that is so versatile in vengeance that it's as lyrical as a mogul transcendent?
Because they honor this badge as if it were shining of the shoulder of a lieutenant
But the moment that this monster is dispatched from the holster of a rude menace,
A creature once personified is slaughtered in a world sworn to accept them
And that dreamer is so traumatized and no longer able to turn to progression
So we internalize our emotions and convince ourselves that it's a coping mechanism
We’re not able to verbalize and be open nor compelled to your devotion nor the prison
Yet they categorize us as a broken individuality of ‘lepers and prostitutes’
And that has mortified the motion within this tragedy and whatever it cost you too
I have given most, if not all, my earthly trinkets only to be casted as an alien
Envisioned hope and it hurt me in an instant, for while it lasted, none saved me then
Instead they left myself and those with similar attributes to be tragedies
In the end, if I get none else as a prisoner, I’m asking you, stop the madness please
To shed the faintest sign of sympathy for those of vile composure
And not to pledge a sadist, to have dignity and to let go of how you hold her
You grasp her in your hands like a goblet and sip on venom
No pastor can save any prophet unwilling to forgive the spectrum
How can they support the equalizer and not those in need of equality
With no remorse for all he’s deprived her from, but you believe in this policy?
Please, educate the ‘ignorant’ on how we follow a false ideology of fact
Delegate until each ligament within my hallow, adult body snaps
Construct your own creation of me and read me line by line like karaoke
While I find it so amazing because you reside in lies and lies rather than care to know me
I suppose empathy is a rarity that travels in phases and mutates into worse things
Those who have a tendency to babble betray past crusades and the first sin
Either commandment has its consequences; neither has superiority over its relative
For each man within this planet lacks the commonsense and purity to not be negative
Ironic how each side has its flaws but is too stubborn to coincide with its truth
All to which peace can cause this tragedy to suffer in its demise, but, you would too.