Make room.
Make room for the kids who seek your shelter, those who have nowhere to go but upwards, the kids whose voices were silenced by the words spoken from the godforsaken altar.
Make room, and do not let the men with tall hats and cross necklaces tell you you can't because they are not God, and quite frankly they look ridiculous.
Make room in the pews and lift your hands to the sky, lift the names of the kids who know your struggle. They do not need your apologies or your so called remedies, they need something so simple it is contained in four letters, love.
Don't say I'll pray for you unless it's a prayer for mercy. Because here under this steeple there is anything but. Acceptance and tolerance are overrated as ****, love is the cat's meow now.
Make room because this religion is ******* claustrophobic. Make room in your heart for the rain and room on your skin for the rainbow. Wear your colors with so much pride it hurts because God makes no mistakes he only makes miracles.
Make room because when you do, you will be remembered not for your rebellion but for your true religion. You honor the spiritual connection, you are not quite perfection but ****** when you look into their eyes and tell them you are loved, you get **** close.