For Sweet Autumn

I will not stand idly by as hatred and ignorance reign. I will not stand hushed and quietly off to myself and not speak up for your bias and injustice. I will not allow you to terrorize anyone especially a child of your making because they are gay. You may be pillars of the community with your house of glass and fake holiness but allow me to shine the light on the ugliness inside of you. You are a teacher in the community working with our most vulnerable youth and you think you can hide how you treat your own? Your reputation is fake so what does it matter if it crumbles down around you? Aren’t you exhausted yet, tired of painting everything with a nicely colored facade and buttoned up bow. Does the community know how you support nazi ideology? Announcing proudly in front of your child your support for Hitler and your disgusting declaration of the holocaust not being real.

How dare you cast out and terrorize the beautiful human being that you gave life because they are gay. How dare you, threaten her, speak to her in the manner you have, and think the world would not see that this is abuse. Conversion therapy, really, how disgusting and inhumane, why because she fell in love with another girl, does she deserve to be tortured for loving? How conditional your love is. Are you worried that your fake community would disown you and judge you because your child is not the way they say they should be? So then do you not care more for that community more than your child? To threaten your child with violence and silence her from fear? Your husband said he would beat her, that is abuse and so help me, Jesus, if I should find out that she is touched in any way that it is unjust I will come for you. I will come for your glasshouse, I will come for your fake reputation, and I will expose every disgusting brick you used to make it.

I will shout it from the rooftops and every avenue I can find. I will make it heard and known so far and so wide that you will find no shelter from the storm that you created. I will spread her name far and wide among the community that supports her. I will pick up her broken pieces when you are done, and as soon as she is legally allowed to be out of your presence I will welcome her into my home and see her mended and supported for everything she is. I will see her succeed in life and leave you behind. I will walk her down the aisle to her bride someday. I will be the mother you never were.

Published by izzysconfessions

I was born and raised in the smallest of towns in Southwest Virginia. A town that is extraordinarily active, yet a town that is like it's very own little mini Bible belt. My dad was Baptist, my mom pentecostal, and I'm paranormal. I would venture to say it is somewhat of a family trait. One that is met with equal acceptance and curiosity as much as it is met with skepticism. Individually and collectively so much has been experienced and witnessed at times to such a degree that one might wonder how on earth there is room for doubt. I dont have all the answers, I do not have it all figured out. Im as human as everyone else relying heavily many mornings on a lot of coffee and a little Jesus. In fact, I can't decide what I want for dinner most days. One constant is I cannot go a single day without chocolate. Pour a cup of coffee, or a little tea and whiskey and join me in my confessions of a haunted freak.

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