If God exists,
I don't think he would hate me.
The Bible thumping, uptight book abiding people try to convince me
That I'll be going to hell,
That the pearly gates will not open for me,
But would God shut me out after all he put me through?
Spent nights cursing a man we've never seen,
Yet the people who kiss His ass sleep warm in their beds.
What is evil about love?
About warm bodies and smiles and unfiltered, unmitigated queer joy?
Missionary alone in a sterile white bedroom,
Cis-heteronormativity making love stale,
And making stale love.
How can we believe that's the only way to be holy,
When the closest I've ever come to experiencing divinity,
Is a pretty trans femme slapping me in the face and making me cum?
Come to Jesus moments have always been my queerest,
And I cannot imagine our Creator creating these things,
If not for us to indulge.
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Does the Rain Ever Stop?: Poems and Musings
PoetryHello Reader, This is my collection of poems and thoughts that I have compiled over the last few years. I have been writing for many years and my number one hope is that someone reads my poems and feels seen. Says "oh that's me". We all live in this...
