Sunday, November 26, 2006
Dear God,
what does it take forone human
being to call another
abomination?
How can he allow such a word
to roll off his tongue and be spat out
through teeth and lips, which yesterday
just kissed a child goodnight and through
the same breath uttered amen?
Does he imagine the object
of his hatred weeping an alien decibel
from shuddering flesh orgnashing teeth with tears so unlike
his own evidence of pain?
Sticks and stones may break our bones,
and words can and have hurt us.
They say wechose our damnation,
us who are
hell-destined,
unnatural,
immoral,
sick.
How did they derive all that from the
gender of our affections, just because it differs
from their own?
How can they call it a choice
when they might as well call it a suicide,
in world of lethal climate?
If it is a choice, then I choose not
false piety praying dictated guilt into words,
or rather, dictated words into guilt.
I choose to trust a love pure
and earnest as an infant reaching forth
to touch a woman, who turns out
to be its mother.
For I know You love me,
as You have loved the buried woman
seething in catacomb of silence,
as You have loved the slave
grieving in night, wondering
the colour of freedom.
And like the woman and the slave,
I will wait for You to unbind us
from this age that isn't ours; to hope
with a strength that echoes Sheppard's last cry,
now unfenced and skullstrong,
against pistols and placards of unlove.
That is,
to understand that Stonewall stands
not merely as a landmarkor a legacy,
but also,
a house where God resides.
i skated in the lonely world ...quiet and undisturbed at
7:47 AM
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