(A/N: This is a controversial opinion! Do not read if you are uncomfy! If you are incomfy with my gayness, I am uncomfy with you!)
'Sinner! Sinner!'
The angry Christians chanted,
As the nicer Christians stood ahead of me,
Blocking me from their throwing stones.
'HEY!'
One of the nicer Christians seemed
To become very fed up with this behavior.
'What do you have against this child?'
She asked.
'She's a sinner!'
'So are you. Everyone is a sinner.'
She countered.
The mob, for a moment, was shocked.
Then they continued throwing stones.
'Why are they a sinner, though?'
The nicer Christian asked.
'She's gay!'
'They are gay, and I know.'
She corrected them.
'Well, that's a sin against God.'
She went on to explain:
That was the old testimate,
A show of history,
And asked,
If we should repeat that history,
Then what about slavery? WW2?
I think she went a little far,
But she certainly drove her point home.
Then she continued with:
'Jesus, in the new testimate says,
Love thy neighbor as thyself.'
She explains how the old T is history,
And the new T is instructions.
The mob released a chorus of confused whispers,
And left.
She looked at me and said,
'One page of the Bible isn't worth a life.'
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Poetry By Me! (Morgan, he/him)
PuisiThese are poems that I write. My pen name is Morgan, so call me that! Also, I use he/they pronouns and love to write. Please, if you find any you particularly like, let me know in the comments! I plan to publish some of this in a book, just need to...
