My Scar

My Scar "Mommy, I've killed God." You wanted a scar; there it is, plain as day (no two-level, deep meanings attached). My scar isn't external, nor, do I suppose, is it internal. Heck, I don't know what it is but all my life I know it's been my scar, my burden. I have a problem with Christianity. But I don't show disrespect to those who choose to follow it (unless they try to impose their …

…transcends gender. God doesn't like this, if you're gay, you're not going to heaven. So children repeat after me; 'God is a homophobe'. I've not even scratched the surface yet, but surely you can already see why I've killed God. Maybe you've begun to understand a modicum of the torment I feel. The blasted torment that I have to carry as a scar on myself for the rest of my life. See you in hell.*