Church

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To me it is like a foreign land.

 A place where I am an outsider,

where I am looked down upon

because I am not like you

and you are not like me.


To me it is the open sea.

Full of deep and dark horrors

that lurk beneath a shining

cover, used to deflect any forms

of fear.


To me it is like a cage.

Designed to keep me locked,

because I am a monster that

does not deserve to roam

free in their eyes.


To me it is like death.

People wield daggers with

their eyes and light fires with

their tongues, burning away my

life because I am not like them.


To me it is denial.

Denial of myself, of my

ancestors, of my kin,

of my queerness, and

of my heart.

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