There you sit
Smug and sure of yourself
Silent yet snarky
Your wisdom, your worth
Your self-richteousness.

Why do I desire your
Acceptance, your favor
When you only have enough for yourself,
Only for those whom you approve of?

Here I sit, opposite of you,
of your self-created grace and glory,
looking at me as if I were the epitome of evil.
I don’t feel evil, just worthless in your eyes.

Why is your morality better than mine?
Why do you portray your holiness supreme
and mine as worthless and undesirable?

Why do you politicalize your faith?
I don't with mine, sweet Jesus I cannot fathom why you do.