Shame
The shame deep inside,
tears at my soul.
Ripping me to shreds,
swallowing me whole.
Guilt for being human,
disgust for being me.
The judgments of God,
say that I can never be free.
The unforgivable sin,
damning my soul for eternity.
Why am I judged?
For existing outside normalcy.
An unspeakable act,
they say I committed.
An act of just being,
homosexual, I admitted.
Why must I wear,
the cone of shame?
It is a choice,
the claim.
Why would I choose,
this kind of life?
When all it brings,
is endless strife?
I wouldn’t bring the curse,
that I am forced to endure.
I will always be labeled,
a soul that is impure.
Kelly
Kelly Dawn 
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