God’s Not Real And I Am: A Poem

woman in black dress on the ground

There is so much to live for
yet they focus on what (they think) happens when we die, 

holding not themselves but us accountable 
when we stray from their painted-on lines…

‘It’s a sin to be gay.
They/them makes no literary sense.

Have you tried reading the bible?
I promise, it’s not all pretend.’

(Only most of it) …

This is what makes no sense.

It makes no sense that their focus is on us 
when their focus should be on them.

Discussing what resides between a stranger’s legs at this ripe old age?
Ha. ‘But I promise, not all the vicars are bent.’

‘Get on your knees.’

Sure…

Before anyone starts branding us as ‘sinners’, 
I suggest that they first look inwards and see, 

that we all get on our knees for the same things,
salvation and a sense of release.

And while they might call us evil,
‘You’re destined for hell, just you wait and see’,

their words lose the power to offend
when what is a sin for them could never be a sin for you and me.