Words Can't Bring Me Down

Their words are pelted at me
like stones out of David's slingshot.
They laugh with spite so carelessly,
and the sound bruises my ears.
Their glares beat down on my face
like an iron brand of Satan
searing eyes of hate into my skin.
No care of the scar left behind.

They tell me I am an abomination,
right out of Deuteronomy chapter 22.
"Jesus Christ doesn't love freaks like you."
But I won't listen to bigotry anymore.
You are my God too, and tell me everyday
I am beautiful, no matter what they say.

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