The Unsaid
You see, but you do not hear.
You speak, but your words are empty.
You preach, but your prayers mean nothing to us.
You say you accept all.
We are all God's children, no?
Why then must you say that we will be punished?
That we will be thrown below the foot of Lucifer himself?
You say that God loves all His disciples.
Then why don't you?
Why won't you give us a chance?
We deserve better.
We demand better.
We may be a group of "abnormal" people with certain "bidirectional" orientations,
but we care,
yet we suffer.
We believe,
yet we are shunned.
We dream,
yet we are crushed.
We love,
but we are hated.
So on behalf of the LGBT students who loathe themselves,
who scream for affection,
who cry themselves to sleep,
who drown in the dense vortex that is insults and ridicule,
who's souls die away every day,
who die every day...
I pray to the Lord that you as teachers of the Earth's student body,
of God's student body,
that you can learn to love and accept us as we have learned to love and accept you.
I can only ask that you keep the peace,
that you help us keep the Lord's intended peace!
Please help us stop this war!
Please help us learn to accept ourselves!
Please teach our brothers and sisters that they have nothing to fear,
that they should no longer have reason to end themselves over our simple-minded differences.
You as our educators have the power to end this God-forsaken war!
You have the power, more so than we ever could in this planet's day and age.
We have a voice,
but it is not heard.
So please,
help us.
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