An 'Agenda '

you say it isn't natural. you say it's a sin. you say God made it one way— so who are we to question him? but funny, how you preach about love with hate sitting comfortably between your teeth, how you tell me God loves everybody then decide who deserves a little less peace. you say they're confused. they're teenagers. they're growing. they don't know what they're doing. maybe. but does confusion make cruelty okay? does growing mean you get to laugh when somebody finally says this is me? maybe they don't know forever. maybe neither do I. but isn't growing the whole damn point? you say they're selfish for thinking about themselves. but what if thinking about yourself isn't selfish? what if it's survival? what if saying I don't feel right here isn't rebellion it's finally being honest when lying got too heavy to carry? you compare it to stealing. you say so I can just take what I want because I feel like it? no. that's not the same. love isn't property. identity isn't theft. a person existing doesn't rob you of a single thing. and if it does, tell me what. what exactly did they take? your rights? your freedom? your ability to be straight? because last I checked, nobody took that. you still get to love who you love. so why does my existence feel like an attack on yours? you say it's an agenda. agenda. agenda. agenda. it's always an agenda when people you don't understand start speaking loud enough to be heard. but where's the proof? who wrote it? who planned it? where's the grand conspiracy hiding behind two people holding hands? and if visibility is an agenda, then maybe silence was one too. because people didn't suddenly start existing when you finally started noticing. they just stopped being as afraid. and you say— if everybody becomes gay, who's going to have babies? everybody? really? because last time I checked, being gay isn't contagious. nobody's dragging heterosexuality to its grave. straight people are still straight. they're still falling in love, still getting married, still having children. nobody is asking you to become somebody else. we're asking you to stop demanding that everybody else become you. and then— the children. you tell me some three-year-old says I'm a girl and suddenly the government takes them away. okay. which country? which law? which source? show me. because fear is not evidence, and a story isn't a fact just because somebody said it with confidence. and if you're worried about medical treatment, then talk about medicine. talk about evidence. talk about risks. talk about benefits. but don't take every transgender person and shove them into one box then call the box an agenda. identity isn't medicine. a person isn't a procedure. and a disagreement isn't permission to dehumanize somebody. you don't have to understand. you don't have to agree. you don't even have to change what you believe. but why does disagreement have to become disgust? why does disgust have to become slurs? why does religion have to become a weapon? why does love become conditional the second the child doesn't look like the future you imagined? you say the child is selfish for thinking about themselves. but maybe the child is asking to be loved without having to perform a version of themselves that keeps everybody else comfortable. and isn't that what love is supposed to be? not approval. not agreement. just— I see you. I hear you. you are still my child. you are still human. you are still worthy. because you can call it unnatural. you can call it sinful. you can call it an agenda. you can build a thousand walls out of words you were taught before you were old enough to question them. but don't call cruelty love. don't call hatred conviction. don't call fear a fact. and don't tell me God made people different just so you could punish them for being exactly that. because if your belief requires someone else to lose their dignity for you to keep yours— maybe the problem isn't their identity. maybe it's what you've decided their identity means. and maybe the bravest thing isn't screaming louder. maybe it's standing there, quietly, heart pounding, voice shaking, and still saying they are people. So treat them like people!!!