Help those who have long forgotten the
once gentle side of Mankind.
Those who have been
Tossed aside like trash,
forgotten
like those old pair of shoes in the back of your closet.
Those who have been shamed for
what they have and don't have.
Because apparently "God don't like ugly"
But Ugly is all I see in the mirror.
God help the outcasts who
Turned their back on Society because
Society turned their back on them.
Those who would rather stay quiet than
be told that their opinion doesn't matter,
that they aren't loud enough when
they are being talked over.
Those that have had the door slammed in their face
one too many times and are afraid to
Knock Again.
God help the outcasts that don't have anything to believe in,
No one thought to believe in them.
Help them even though they
Don't believe in you.
Because God loves all his children but
apparently not Gays, Lesbians, Bisexuals, Asexuals,
Transgender People, Gender Fluids, Pansexuals,
The Poor, The Unemployed, The Barely Scraping By.
The "Can I get one more day and I'll give you the rent."
The single mother working two jobs just to
Feed, Clothe, Bathe, Put a Roof over her child's head.
The soldier struggling with PTSD.
The girl sitting in the back of the class with
Lines across her wrist.
The boy that hides his feelings for the jock
in the seat in front of him.
But God won't help them.
They can "work harder," "be better,"
"Change who they are."
God can't help the outcasts,
They are alone.
