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