They say it's an abomination against the heavens the love I hold for you,
And I couldn't disagree more, for any love that brings to life the desire to create and defend should be celebrated,
But even as I scream this at the top of my lungs they lash me to a pole, for their daughter could never love a woman like me,
I am nothing more than a witch they scream, a servant of the devil himself, for no god would allow a love like this to flower deep in our hearts in a festering wasteland such as this,
I see the tears pour down your cheeks as they shield you from the words I scream so loudly I taste blood, as the fire they lit dances a damning dance around me,
If this love is nothing but sin then I must be a devil sent to walk this world for nothing has brought me more joy than the time I've had with you,
There has not been a moment happier I've experienced than our moonlight walks lakeside,
I scream curses as the fire rises higher leaping like a hungry hellcat at me,
And how it pains me to see that pretty face of yours twisted in pain and grief as they force you to watch your lover burn.
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A Queer's Rage
PoetryA collection of poetry channeling the rage of one particularly miffed queer person.
