the one question
that haunts my very bloodwhy must those who are born different
sacrifice love
to live life in pain?what part of God's plan
is creating someone to be wrong?how can love be an abomination?
more so, Your word has been misused as a weapon
by those who harbour hatemy life has consisted of
my worth being found in
my physical expression
my identities and relationshipsall to be used
to forge hate into my very being
the memory never stops stinging
i never get restso i beg you Lord
show your truth
so i can knowif this part of me
is not of You