KarMel Scholarship 2005
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“Ode to Mr. Garrison” By
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Desciption of Submission: “A poem held together by my though and
experiences as a young lesbian.” - Anonymous
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I am a proud wearer of the colors you see before
you. I cannot hide the pride I have for the red, yellow
and purple. From the green, to the orange, straight to the
light or dark blue. I am a proud wearer of the colors you see before
you. Does my bold tone offend you? Does my decision make
you think? How a woman goes from penis to folds of flesh
that’s colored pink? Do my actions make you angry? Does my lifestyle
make yours uneasy? With all the chaos in the world, it takes two girls
kissing to make you queasy? I swear I don’t get it. I just will never
understand. Why society chooses to limit love between only men
and women. I am not a homosexual female because I deeply
wanted to be. I am a homosexual female because homosexuality chose
me. I cannot change who I am or love anymore than the
next person. So why is it that when people see me, they treat me
like less of a person? Why is it that the first one to judge me is the
same one reading and quoting from bible scriptures? When it clearly states “thou shall not judge” in
more than one page or religious picture. Yet I get the stares, the threats and the evil
glares and grins. Then just because I don’t wear tight jeans or heels
I’m labeled “non-feminine” And just because I choose to lay with a woman
instead of pray with a woman, my every action is called a sin. But its ok for priests to
lay with children and say whom heaven will let in. How dare you judge anyone because of what is done
behind closed doors. It was once said “we are all God’s children, even
the drug dealers, murderers and whores.” But if you see a man with a man or a woman being
compassionate with another woman “Your going to burn in hell” shouts a devote
Christian. “You’re committing the deadliest sin.” Meanwhile, a child is being killed and crimes are
happening everywhere else all along. Husbands are murdering wives and violence is
propagandized in most rap songs. Children murdering children and kids having kids;
but you want to condemn me for who I choose my heart to give? Everyone has a story and controversy resides inside
all of the plots and summaries. So regardless if, in front of me you want to
portray a holy saint or Satan himself I will not judge you because I was not here to
determine anyone’s spiritual wealth. So I’ll play the hand that I was dealt and to
myself I will forever remain true Because at the end of my life, God is the only
being that I have to answer to. I’m happy with myself and maybe if you concentrate
on your life you’d be happy too And as I said before… I
am a proud wearer of the colors you see before you. |
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