They Say...

They say that I am living in sin.
They say that I am an abomination.
They say that what I feel is wrong.
They say that God hates what I am.
They say a lot of things, don't they?

I tell them that I love.
I tell them that I am perfectly natural.
I tell them that they don't know what I feel.
I tell them that their God is cruel,
and that I want nothing to do with him.

They tell me that I will surely burn for my sins,
and that I should repent now to save my soul.
I ask them, what is a worse sin, loving another, or living a lie?
I ask them, if that is the price of heaven,
Why would anybody want to pay it?

They tell me that I am a horrible person.
I ask them, who is worse, the man who loves another,
or the town that kills him because of it?
The woman who lives with another all of her life,
Or the business that makes her work while her partner lies dieing?

They look at me in perplexity,
For they know not how to answer.
As I stand here smiling,
Weathering their hatred,
And showing them only kindness.

And they walk away.
Hopefully, they ask themselves these questions.
Hopefully, they find the moral answers.
Until they do, I stand here, a single flame
Burning brightly through the storm of adversity.