I feel sad
Because I’m different
Not that it’s bad to be different
It’s just not that efficient
So I often beat you to the punch
With my jokes and
I act like I’m always in the know
When in reality
Im the same as you
It’s my intergrity that matters
The act of what I do
Not some skin under the view
of a microscope
A prospect in who you loose your hope
The body of Christ
is not supposed to be one gender
One race
Why in my right mind would
I serve a God so full of hate?
You can try to blame your problems on me
If you like
The typical wretched stereotype
But remeber this too
It’s not just me that pierced Him to the cross
It’s you.
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