Punished

Why is this a world where people are punished for themselves?

They say God hates gays,

They say God hates trannies,

They say God hates blacks,

They say God hates Asians,

They say God hates us,

But if a god even does exist,

Why would they hate their own creation?

I don't think it's true,

I think everyone is normal no matter how big or small,

Boy, girl, or anything in between,

Straight, gay, or anything in between,

Black, white, or anything in between,

We all have blood running through our veins,

We all have skin covering our bodies,

We are all humans,

So, why does it matter if our skin is black?

Or if we sleep with the same sex?

Or if we were born in the wrong body?

Why does it matter that we're different,

The world is full of 7.400,000,000 people,

There's bound to be some deviation,

So why are we punished?
And why are we punishing?

This poem is about: 
Our world

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