They say

𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝗮𝘆:  

"Hate the sin, not the sinner," 

As if my love,   

Were something criminal. 

As if the way, 

My heart beats,

Could be dissected, 

Into wrong and right.

𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝗮𝘆:

"Hate the sin, not the sinner,"  

While they turn their eyes,

From bruises on my skin,

Pretending not to see,

The shattered glass,

In my smile.  

𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝗮𝘆: 

"Hate the sin, not the sinner,"  

But their silence,

Is the loudest, 

Kind of violence.

I am not,

A lesson to be learned.

I am not, 

A confession to be made.

I am,

A soul seeking,

To love and be loved -

And their words,

Cannot erase,

The truth,  

Of who I am.  

𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝗮𝘆: 

"Hate the sin, not the sinner," 

And in their ignorance,

They commit the greatest,

Sin of all.