Ignorant Conformists

She and I are often joined at the hand.
We laugh and talk and walk like they each do.
But we are different.

We have parents.
We have algebra II classes.
We go to school every single day like they each do.
But we are different.

Our clothes, our speech patterns,
our idiosyncrasies all fit into some category or another
as each of their own do.
But we are different.

We are different because we are more than friends.
We are different because we have invested emotion in one another.
We are different because we share kisses.
We are different because we do not hide.

Ultimately, we are different simply because we are both female.
The matter of sex is trivial, yet so important to those who like to point their fingers
and judge the way we choose to live.

They use God in their defense.
They throw his name into any argument claiming that people like us burn.

But someone like me, who has always been like this and knows
there is nothing i could have done differently to change who i am today,
knows that God loves all of his children.
Because I, apparently doomed to b u r n, love God.

I know that God loves me.
Regardless of the fact that church has never satisfied me.
Regardless of the fact that I pray rarely.
Regardless of the fact that I think other females are beautiful and soft
and I have the capacity to love them as I would a male,
God does love me.
He put me here. I lead a fortunate life, scattered with scars though it may be.
All life is scarred.
Experience itself is a scar.
Some scars are beautiful.
Some are meant to be hidden.

My girl and I are not a scar.
We will not hide.
We are loved.
We are the same in the only ways that should matter to the pointers.

I will defend.