It is 4 a.m. in San Francisco.
Deep night overwhelms the emptiness.
I would like to stay in this dark forever.
I feel safe here —
no one knows my skin,
no one knows my religion,
no one knows my sexuality.
I see hues chasing the ropes of the golden gate.
When light goes out on the bridge for a moment,
the city becomes the loudest in anonymity —
no shame of being America!