Dear God,

Dear God,

Why have you made me this way?

What is the purpose?

You say that those like me;

We are to burn.

You don’t make mistakes,

Yet here I am.

I don’t understand!

If you don’t like this version of me,

Why did you make me this way?

They say I will burn.

They say I am an abomination.

So why God?

Did you make me gay?


This poem is about: 
My family


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