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!