Killing Kids Softly.
A poem for people helping LGBTQ kids die.
And they wrote of them as less than. Some as abominations for who they loved.
And yet some were a different sort of of preacher. Gracious and gentle and soft in their proselytizing.
They wrote of them as loved and embraced in the arms of God. Come to Him.
And so His flock smiled warmly at the teens. They offered youth-filled God memes and emojis splashed across social media to capture fallen ears.
Yet they spoke of this group with a hint of pity.
They spoke of them as God commanded:
You are loved. Come to me.
But Do Not Be Who You Are.
Repent.
Turn around my Beloveds and see the righteousness against the wrongness of your choice.
And then my precious ones, I will embrace you with holiness and wholeness.
For every parent who prays out loud to cast away the “sins” of LGBTQ+ kids, they kill the innocents, the innocence.
