You say you love me Just not my choice What I hear is your ignorance What I hear is I love you, all of you Except the parts I do not want to love Except the parts I refuse to acknowledge because they do not fit my frame of reality
Do you not see the importance of this part of me? I would not choose a life of supposed immorality contrary to a lifetime of beliefs causing turmoil and inflicting pain on the ones I love I would not choose this confliction of body and mind residing in a life of constant discomfort And yet here I am
I endure the pain of you rejecting who I really am of judgment cast by churched minds of sympathetic looks saying Oh you poor, lost soul
You poor, ignorant soul You are blinded by your unblinding truth Refusing to accept things that may fall outside your preconceived box structured by misinterpreted men two thousand years ago
You can only see through the cracks of the wooden slats A view not wide enough to see the disentanglement sgdexenre s d xer g en e of *** and gender A view not wide enough to see that a person is not determined solely by their given body because bodies are temples and temples need to be built Temples need to be whole inside and out Temples need to be refined after they are first built Cut out rotting timber Fortify with stronger rock and carve on the outside a reflection of the beauty lying within