Hate: My Christian Family

My family is a brutal hammer.

It pounds nails into my sturdy structure.

And my structure is personality.

It has been painful.

I am beautiful because of family.

Their Christian identity clashes with my homosexuality.

And now my architecture is a hybrid because of family.

I am made to withstand the hurricane of Christian extremism and Atheist anti-everythingism.

If I crumble now I can not be built upon.

The architects of my structure will cease to try.

If I leave, I will have judged because I have been judged.

And only God can judge.

So I stand sturdy for myself and others like me.

I am erect, no homo, for Christianity and for homosexuality.

I face the hurricane.

Unafraid because my family built me.