People sit on their self proclaimed
thrones looking down
on anyone unlike them.
Anyone who dares be different.
Who dares be themselves.
The tears I shed before sleep
are no different than those shed
on your altar.
A note: I myself am a very spiritual person. This poem is not intended to bash those who go to church anymore than calling my daughter’s boyfriend “poppy” in jest bashes those of Hispanic descent. I believe that there is good in every race and culture as well as bad, and I am completely non-tolerant of those who group any ethnicity, religion, race, etc. into “good” or “bad”.