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The Harvest (Nick Perere - Baton Rouge, LA)



When I was in college

a barely adult youth,

strange men

a circular ellipse around me

placed their heavy hands

on my temple

and prayed in twisted tongues

like at the Tower of Babel

Casting out the 

Demon of Homosexuality. 


I like to think on that day, 

the Demon was free’d. 

And he formed this 

gayer than gay version of me. 

Maybe he escaped the Bible Belt 

and found himself in 

New York or San Francisco.

Free from being

Oppressed. 

Repressed. 

Dogmatized. 

Free from the thoughts of 

self harm. 

Free from trying so hard to be 

someone they’re not meant to be. 


While I mourn for my youth, 

it started over when I escaped

the spiritual enclave

the cult. 


Doesn’t make me an atheist.

Because that in itself is a religion.

But I no longer converse with the Creator.

Or walk in the Holy Spirit.  

I have embraced my demons

And that brings me peace. 


God loves all of His children


except you.


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