Rigorous
Volume Four, Issue 4



I hate you out of love

Maeve Marie

I do this for you. I do this for God. I help you. This is out of love.

I was taught to yearn for the prince of my dreams while they sat a gorgeous princess next to me.

But the moment they saw my hand in hand with hers was the moment I questioned if there was a God.

They diagnosed me ill while religiously pouring holy water onto us as if they can pray away what God made.

We buried ourselves away fearfully hiding, fearfully loving.

Punishing our instinctual way of natural love

Made us believe we were wrong. Taught us how to invalidate our identity with ease

I declared myself a liar.

I deemed her a falsifier.

They put ashes on our forehead but could barely touch us with disgust

They purged the demons that we called our love

I bellow out “God hates me! He hates my love! Where is this God of love while you tear apart ours?”

They reply with a smile so high

I do this for you. I do this for God. I help you. This is out of love.



Maeve Marie: "I am a hispanic 15 year old poet from Dayton, Ohio who identifies as bisexual. I want to change the world with my words."




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