LGBT

LGBT

                Britney Davis

I’m told to hate the sin and love the sinner.

Whatever that means.

I’m told to love Daniel or whoever but to

Hate that he dresses like a woman on Friday nights.

I’m told to love him for who he is but to

Hate that he sometimes changes from his Wranglers to tights.

I’m told to love the bi-sexual girl in math class, but to

Hate that her girlfriend cooked her dinner last night.

I’m told to love gay people enough to tell them that God

Hates how they live their life.

That I should love the transgender enough to

Hate that they’re going to eternal damnation and to

tell them to simply change their mind.

That if they concentrate hard enough then they won’t want to

dress like a woman anymore or use a men’s restroom.

It’s all in the mind, just a struggle of desire.

That if they want a seat at the table or water from the well

they need to marry someone they don’t love because it’s

all a choice; love is always a choice.

That if they want to eat at the same buffet as the preachers

feeding their greasy bellies then they need to recant their old ways

and be straight like everybody else.

That we don’t hate them, we just hate what they are.

I’m told to hate the sin and love the sinner.

Whatever that means.