Complex Identity
They tell me it's natural.
That this, is something of pride.
“Girl, you were born this way! Accept it, and show that crazy world that it's YOUR life.”
But my love for God conflicts with lust.
Truth tells me to deny my flesh and turn from acts of sexual immorality.
So, my heart cries for fulfillment and my soul wars for peace.
My head hurts.
And then that really fine girl walks by with some stomach showing,
and my mind runs in a hundred different directions that I did not agree to it going in.
My church speaks love but everyone knows that church people
don't always act on their words when it comes down to that.
My parents speak safety but, can I really trust their reaction?
My mother acts as if it's disgusting. I agree, but in saying that,
we're both labeling me as
disgusting.
My friends walk in loyalty and in listening greatness.
But how do you tell your best girl friend that you battle
with lustful feelings for her and that you avoid being
in the pool with her at all costs not because you hate her
but because you hate the way you can't put your imagination
on pause?
Or your boyfriend that the physical appearance of men
doesn't sway you not because he's unattractive
but because breasts and curves distract your eyes instead?
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