KarMel Scholarship 2005

 

“Ode to Mr. Garrison”

By Anonymous

 

 

Desciption of Submission: “A poem held together by my though and experiences as a young lesbian.” - Anonymous

 

 

 

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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