Flimsy as plastic,
We are blown by the wind,
Swirling through filth,
Unable to control our path
The stain of our falling is
indelible;
We will always be outside.
How the “holy” ones despise us!
We are the never-good-enough,
The ones your eyes pass over,
The ones you were warned about,
The bearers
Of moral and social contagion.
How the “holy” ones despise us!
We wear our sin on our sleeves,
Apparently
Some people can see it for miles!
It had never occurred to us
That their purity was fragile.
How the “holy” ones despise us!
They have labels for us,
They would arrange us in careful
jars:
Anything,
Anything,
To deny we are human as they.
How the “holy” ones despise us!
But he came
Unafraid,
Eating and drinking, even laughing
with us!
And when they warned him,
He looked at them amazed!
He was the Holy One.
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