My mother was astonished
upon hearing the news, and admonished
me to repent. Her religion
of righteous division
didn't accept that I'd run aground,
lesbians were hell-bound.
But what kind of unjust God
creates a creature that's odd?
Which cannot relate, and suffers
the stigma assigned by others?
Perhaps a God who is stranger than you
and stranger than me, even blue.
Only a strange God can understand
what seems to be outside His plan.
I am made in His image.
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