Religion had locked me up in a closet
shrined with Adam and Eve
Mary and Joseph.
Adam married Eve, my child,
Mary bewedded Joseph, my child.
Blessed be the day you crawl out of this closet
to be coveted by the golden halo God has waiting for you.
I have been clothed in God’s golden halo,
drapery of fine linens, for he loves me so,
and religion had locked me up.
I wish for Adam to marry Adam,
Eve to love Eve.
For a closed door shall never preserve,
progress has made its step forward,
and I choose to march with.
Religion had locked me up in a closet,
for if I had never opened the door,
misery would have reigned upon me.
And with this,
though I may be frowned upon in a chapel,
hostility will never hold my heart.
-Chloe Aldecoa
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 3:38 PM UTC
Religion had locked me up in a closet
shrined with Adam and Eve
Mary and Joseph.
Adam married Eve, my child,
Mary bewedded Joseph, my child.
Blessed be the day you crawl out of this closet
to be coveted by the golden halo God has waiting for you.
I have been clothed in God’s golden halo,
drapery of fine linens, for he loves me so,
and religion had locked me up.
I wish for Adam to marry Adam,
Eve to love Eve.
For a closed door shall never preserve,
progress has made its step forward,
and I choose to march with.
Religion had locked me up in a closet,
for if I had never opened the door,
misery would have reigned upon me.
And with this,
though I may be frowned upon in a chapel,
hostility will never hold my heart.
-Chloe Aldecoa
My cousin, a bright soul, a loving heart, a treasure for an eternity; she weeps. Her heart loves unconditionally, but who she is, is not loved unconditionally.
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