A spoken word poem

Two years ago 49 beautiful LGBT+ people were killed.
68 injured.
Two years ago that was,
at the time,
but no longer,
the deadliest mass shooting in U.S. history.
Today I had the privilege to watch as the students who just six or less months ago had their first day as victims of a shooting themselves organize a die-in to remember Pulse.
When will it stop?
Those words are crying, bubbling out of my mouth.
When will my Twitter page not automatically tweet saying that 22, 23, 19 people were killed yesterday?
When will I get to stop being afraid that next it will be my friends?
When will I get to remember the part of my community that was lost that day without feeling like I have failed them because nothing has changed yet?
When will people start standing up to save me, to save my friends, the children and future children of this country?
When will this stop?
When?
When?
When?
My heart is broken.
My heart is broken crying when.