Clearing The Air

A deep sigh

Leaves my lips

As I write this.

 

Feeling my anger rise

To uncomfortable levels

I haven't felt

In years.

 

Of the dogma

Which blind smart people

To the harsh reality

Around them.

 

As they shrilly scream

"Discrimination"

When I request equal rights

For the LGBT community.

 

Claiming moral

And religious rights

To continue their practices.

 

When

I'm the first person

To defend their religious views

Even though

I disagree with them.

 

A living religion

Is one that adapts

And grows

With the community

Around it.

 

Not the rigid one

You put forth

Against people

Like myself.

 

Which

Will die

A painful death

Over time.