Carrying My Own Cross

I am a person of faith.

Whether it'd be of my religion, friends and family I support/ believe in, or just humanity in general.

But what do you do when a majority of humanity doesn't have faith in you?

Being labeled as a Jesus Freak, Prejudice/ Judgemental, a Prude and a Homophobe

has definitely burned my soul in so many ways.

The irony of the fact is, the ones who label me only know that I'm Catholic.

That word gives them the right to "put me in my place".

Other than that, they don't know a single thing about me -

like the fact that I wasn't always faithful,

or that I protect my bestfriends who have been bullied because they are gay,

or that I just want to save myself for someone I'll love.

My faith is not what I hide behind the curtain, but my spiritual cuts and wounds.

I am proud of who and what I am. I am not ashamed to love God.

But I'll be damned if I let you try to damage my faith or see me in back down.

Every person carries their own cross - i intend to carry mine everyday for the rest my life. 

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