If the pen is mightier than the sword
then computers are guns
and the keys are bullets
but just because you own a gun
doesn't mean you have to shoot someone
so shoot me if I'm wrong
              But I don't think you should
mar your speech with hate
          and I think your mother would be disgraced if she read what you wrote
and do you even know what '******' means?
                     It's a bundle of sticks you throw onto a fire
so I guess it's just another way of you telling me that
                I'm going to burn
I get it
       God's sending me to Hell
but He's the one who inspired his prophet to write:
"But the greatest of these is Love"
while his Son hung out with prostitutes
               and thieves
and drank wine with His twelve groupies
      So if you really want to be like your Savior
Stop judging and instead love

Left right left
       keep in line
Fight for our cause
       leave your brothers behind
Blood is just water
        food-colored red
Don't be weak
         unless you're dead

My dad always told me that if you see the birds flying east
it means a storm's coming
But I never saw the birds flying east in your heart
I was too busy looking at the sunshine in your eyes
Until one day when all I could see was rain
And I would've told you some cliche about how a rainbow was going to shine through
But you pulled the trigger and your eyes filled with dark storm clouds
And some days I forget how warm it was in your arms
or I want to reach out and stroke your face
But I remember you're cold now
And sometimes I catch the birds flying east in my heart
But I send them to the place where you were
So they can rest in the sunshine you left behind
Some days, I see the storm clouds on my horizon,
But I keep walking,
I'm not afraid of a little rain.

Why would you ask me if I'm okay
Don't I look like I'm okay
And stop calling me Jacqueline
I’m not Jacqueline anymore
No, I was never Jacqueline,
But I didn’t realize that when I was younger
And who do I ask about my gender
Don’t tell me God
I have spent so long praying
There are depressions in the floorboards from where my knees collided with faith
But I don’t think I have faith anymore
God doesn’t answer my prayers anymore
Why doesn’t god answer my prayers?
I know for a fact God answers my friends’ prayers
why doesn’t He answer mine
I think it’s because He doesn’t love his queer children
I think God needs to go to a PFLAG meeting
Or at least one needs to be held in a church so He can hear the words of acceptance echoing throughout his house
Mom told me they didn’t know if I was a boy or a girl until I was born
But I still don’t know
Let’s do an ultrasound on the part of my brain that decided not to feel like a girl
I must have decided
But I don’t remember doing it
I told my friend I didn’t feel like a girl,
She laughed and said, “I know, you feel like a woman.”
I told my friend I didn’t feel like a girl, and she said, “Not so loud, I don’t want my parents to hear.”
And she was right, because at some point “gender” became a dirtier word than ***
Because even though her parents won’t admit it, they wouldn’t kick her out if she was having ***, as long as it wasn’t with someone of the same ***
And I’m in a same *** relationship with God
Because in religion class they told me He was genderless
But we still call God “He”
People still call me she
But I’ve never told them different
They said we’re all created in God’s image,
But I think I’m not
Because God doesn’t make mistakes.
No, I’m not okay
And stop calling me Jacqueline.

I want to **** myself God
               No, I didn't mean that
I meant **** your plans for me
          I have my own
And why did you make me a writer
    I thought you would know
the pen is mightier than the sword
and with it I will cause more damage
than the cross did to your son
And this ink is the blood of my soul
and with it I will cleanse my sin
better than Jesus ever did
These words are my religion and I live by their creed:
Keep Writing

Honey was my favourite word
because it was so many things
it was a noun
an adjective
It was your lover
is she on your lips
on your tongue?
Honey flowed through mouths
or into them
it was nourishment
and God promised the Israelites honey in paradise
so it was my favourite word
and God gave me words as my honey
so I took it and made paradise
where honey flowed through streams as
words flew from my mouth
and my daddy called me
honey
so I stuck my words to pages
and passed out my paradise like religious pamphlets
because writing was my religion and I wanted to spread it
like honey on toast
so the world could taste the nourishment of words
and be satisfied