Sanctity
You think you know, but you can’t see
All the pain that you cause me
Each time you speak your wicked words
Of flawed equality.
My pride disrupts the ‘sanctity’
Of marriage, apparently;
And can cheapen it to a such an
Overwhelming degree
That when I kneel on bended knee,
Showing love for all to see,
I am not met with simple joy,
But with hostility.
I am then told that I can’t be
Married to the man I see
As my equal. As my partner;
The better part of me.
Please tell me when a court’s decree
Could give right to guarantee
That I can’t marry who I choose,
With such audacity
To condemn my identity
With broken rights, bigotry,
And the somehow growing norm of
Blatant iniquity.
So now I stand with clarity,
Sense of pride, and dignity
To say vehemently that I
Demand equality
And ask that you will stand with me
Readily and willingly
To battle the decisions born
Of amorality.
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