You act kind,
Say you don't care,
Get me to trust you,
Which is more than unfair
But what gained my trust,
Once kind words,
Now disfigured with disgust.
Hate the sin not the sinner you say
What nonsense,
But most importantly,
What sin?
I am but another child of God
Flesh and blood same as you,
Created as he intended
How is that a sin?
For I am no mistake,
No accidental occurrence.
Certainly not by God's hands.
A sinner minus the sin is but a person,
Laced with uncertainty,
Riddled with distrust,
What a cruel world we live in.
Society has done this to her,
Forced her to shoulder this burden
Normalized this hate,
But if you take a step back and look,
Her love is just the same as anyone else's,
Young,
Pure,
Sweet,
And .
Painful,
Yet for her its farther away
Because of the things people say,
Hateful people have done this
Drilled the supposed norms into her head,
What a cruel world we live in.
Love which was created to bring utmost happiness,
Is yet to be accepted in all forms.
What a cruel world this is.
I wrote this poem in response to comments from people in my church group who told me I was unnatural, that I didn’t belong. Their words weren’t just hurtful—they made me question why love, something inherently pure, could ever be seen as a sin. This poem is my way of reclaiming my place, a reminder that no one is a mistake, and that faith and identity should never be at odds.
