Sanctity

You think you know, but you can’t see All the pain that you cause me Each time you speak your wicked words Of flawed equality. My pride disrupts the ‘sanctity’ Of marriage, apparently; And can cheapen it to a such an Overwhelming degree That when I kneel on bended knee, Showing love for all to see, I am not met with simple joy, But with hostility. I am then told that I can’t be Married to the man I see As my equal. As my partner; The better part of me. Please tell me when a court’s decree Could give right to guarantee That I can’t marry who I choose, With such audacity To condemn my identity With broken rights, bigotry, And the somehow growing norm of Blatant iniquity. So now I stand with clarity, Sense of pride, and dignity To say vehemently that I Demand equality And ask that you will stand with me Readily and willingly To battle the decisions born Of amorality.