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.