Groomers

TW for religious abuse and mention of pedophilia

If trans people wanted to

Groom your kids

We wouldn’t take hormones for years

Get expensive, taxing surgeries

Risk losing friends and family

Or burn ourselves to the ground

And rebuild from the rubble

We’d join your churches

And become youth pastors

You practically hand kids

To predators on a platter

Tax write offs

But you don’t keep the receipts

Why does every church family

Have predators they protect

But gay cousins they disown?!?

Your mythical man in the clouds

Is more real to you than

Flesh and blood queer people

You call us groomers

But you wash your children

Of so-called cultural contamination

Condition them to wield judgment

Like a weapon

And comb away any critical thinking

I followed your bread crumb

Trail once

I only found bloodthirsty cannibals

Fit for a feast: me

Jesus invited me to his table

But you stole my seat

While you defend the most powerful

Pedophile in the land

Who rules with loose lips

And an iron fist

Your hypocrisy disgusts me

Your denial astounds me

Your projection infuriates me

I grew dread in the pit of my stomach

Until I plucked it out

Like the fruits of the spirit

Implanted in me at such a young age

I was a child and you corrupted me

With self-hate

So I severed myself

From the body of Christ

I’m still healing from

The violent separation

You are the ones spewing

And swallowing your own hate

I hope you choke on it until you croak

Until the death rattle of your

Ancient, dying institution

Shakes everyone awake

The call is coming

From inside the house

Will you answer?

Or will you leave truth

Hanging on the line?

Like last time and the time before...

The truth must be fully witnessed

Ugly, naked, and raw

With bed head

And yesterday's dial tone

It's going to drone on and on

Until you pick up the phone

Confess your sins

Don't deny your crimes

Trans people are the current

Sacrificial lamb to ensure

Your salvation

And our condemnation

We’re merely a marginalized group

Of diverse beings

With the controversial

Hope and dream

Of flourishing in fucking peace

Trans people still bloom

In the most hostile conditions

But we are wilting

Under an unforgiving sun

With believers who curse us

In the name of the Son

Let illusions and industries collapse

And wash away the bloodstain

Left on history by Christians

Because the original predators

Occupy the highest pews

Spit with far-fetched fury

Behind the altar

Sit on Vatican hill

The rock where Peter built the church

Well, the foundation of your faith

And theology are fucked up

Let’s see your holy book mop up

The lies you're sweating out

The veil is lifting

And soon everyone will see you

For who you really are:

The real groomers