Sympathies for the Preacher
I see that depraved preacher man
Spewing at me variations of hate
For knowing variations of love,
In the shallowness of skin deep I have learned self-love.
I have found beauty in my body
Where I once could only envision the brokenness
A gaping hole where my heart was.
For so many years I had to reject what I felt
Kept pulling chunks of myself out
In hopes of hording it away from prying eyes
All thanks to those who told me
That loving everyone in-spite of gender
I was wrong,
To this cross preacher man
I don’t exist.
I stand before him.
My arms about his waist
As I try to take some of the burden
Of all the agonizing
His fists slam my back
Screaming as if my touch
Burns like Dante’s fire.
Looking into his eyes
There is rage,
But there is an undercurrent of fear.
He fears me; he expects me to rear up,
Devour his heart in a shower of biblical gore
Taking the remains of his soul
Down to the pits below.
“Preacher man, tell me,
Why does Christ’s sacrifice not apply?
Are my sins of love so great?
That Jesus will overlook the salvation of my soul?
Last I was told we are all God’s children.
If my ill desire to base my affections on gender
Is a sin
I welcome that sin gladly!
Don’t forgive me my sins
Dear Preacher man
For I have loved
Far too deeply.
Dear Preacher man
Never forgive me my birth,
Your all-knowing Father saw fit
To bring forth my existence”
He clutches the bible to his chest
As if it were a shield
Capable of deflecting words
That pour like water
Shattered by blight
By unhindered smiles.
That melt away to tears
Composed of notes
Penned in joy and pity.
“Even in the science you dread
I am one that is wanted
Because in the teeth
Of such stupefying odds
I won the lottery of birth!
The rage sickness consumes
As you go about this place
Trying to ram those contaminated needles
Into the flesh of those who want for nothing
Except the rights awarded to others
For being born loving the right gender
I can only imagine the pain you feel
When wrath chokes your sympathy,
I don’t hate you.
I can’t hate you
I can only pity.
You will spend your life hiding away
You will spend your eternity