Dear God,
Dear God,
Why have you made me this way?
What is the purpose?
You say that those like me;
We are to burn.
You don’t make mistakes,
Yet here I am.
I don’t understand!
If you don’t like this version of me,
Why did you make me this way?
They say I will burn.
They say I am an abomination.
So why God?
Did you make me gay?
This poem is about:
Me
My family