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The Bigot Who Spoke Not

Silence
Voices overheard 
In a corridor 
Better wait until next Sunday
to approach that touchy subject 
so we want
Silence
The churchman who is
told by his fifteen-year-old son
that he thinks he may like boys
and what does that mean for his salvation
Silence
The daughter who's talked at by her mother
after she transitioned 
over two years ago 
Who's mother still calls her by her dead name
She hears the rant that comes 
from the limited phone call
that she reserves for Christmas
Silence
Communities that love 
That know the love of God
but yet are attacked 
by unsolicited preachers.
Sometimes they must wish
that the church would just stay
Silent.
But the preachers blaspheme 
from their podium
Screaming the hatred for those who identify differently
From the interpretation that scripture
Only supports a man and a woman
As though Adam and Eve worked so well together.
Silence.
I've stood in the heart of such hate and anger
I've affirmed the hateful speech
I've spread bigotry and terror
About brothers and sisters and family members
who I've said I loved in a breath
but yet I do not fight for their acceptance 
And I say all this hate through my
Silence.

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