the one question
that haunts my very blood
why must those who are born different
sacrifice love
to live life in pain?
what part of God's plan
is creating someone to be wrong?
how can love be an abomination?
more so, Your word has been misused as a weapon
by those who harbour hate
my life has consisted of
my worth being found in
my physical expression
my identities and relationships
all to be used
to forge hate into my very being
the memory never stops stinging
i never get rest
so i beg you Lord
show your truth
so i can know
if this part of me
is not of You
