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So...I write a lot of poetry. Free verse, usually about personal things. I thought I'd post some to get some things off my chest.
This one's called "Love." It's written to all of the people who say that Christians are racist/homophobic/mysoginistic/whatever else.

Voices swirl through the world
Trying to convince me
What is right
And wrong.
"It feels good;
It isn't hurting anyone.
Why not?"
"Why not?"
You ask me this question
With a smirk
and an eyebrow
Daring me to tell you
That you're wrong.
The joke is on you.
You're wrong.
Your assumption,
The one that God
Is fake
And you
Are right and
"A good person"
Will end badly.
For you.
See,
I don't tell you that you're wrong
Because I want to be right.
I tell you you're wrong
Because I love you.
"But you don't know me."
When did not knowing someone
Ever
Stop a Christian from loving them?
I love you
Unconditionally,
Without knowing you,
Because of Jesus.
"But you hate--"
I don't know this word.
I know
Love.
Those people
Who I supposedly
"Hate"
Are the ones I love the most.
Because
They're the farthest gone.
I love you.
And you.
And you.
And you.
Even you, who I said was so far gone.
I love you
Because God loves you.
Why would he make you
If he didn't
Love you?
Unconditionally,
And with knowing you.
He knows you.
And loves you.
So the voices mayn't stop swirling
And trying to tell me
"This is wrong
And this is right."
They'll keep asking
"Why not?"
And I'll keep saying,
"Because:
Love."

And, see, you can write free verse. That was beautiful, Albero!!

Love it!

This is a very good poem, Berry! Ditto on what Jaygee said.

Thanks.

Here's one I wrote awhile ago, titled Mask:

I hate this mask
This picture of perfection
Everything about me is fake
Fake smiles
Fake beauty
Fake interests
I've convinced myself
That I must be someone else
In order to be accepted
Loved
I don't want to burden them
Make them feel as helpless as I do
Or let myself get hurt
But
I'm sick of this mask
But I put a mask on my anguish
I hide my very frustration with being hidden
It's a vicious cycle
I don't think it will ever end
Hope is a faraway glimmer
Getting smaller
I grasp for it
Reaching
But to get hold of it
I must remove the mask
Someday
I might have the courage
To remove the mask
And let them see me
Someday
I'll be free
Of the
Mask

Like the poem, and I totally get the feeling.

I like "Mask." I think a lot of folks feel that way - hiding is safe, and in some places it feels like hiding is the only socially acceptable option.

Wow Berry, you are really great at writing poems!!!!