Is It Madness

Is it really madness

To embrace yourself

And all that you really are

Because some people say it is

The same people

Who insist that you must be like this certain person

That their behavior bears no resemblance to

Their expectations aren't exactly consistent

Nor is their theology

But they call madness

What I call authenticity

The simple, subversive, sinful act of being me

In my wholeness and fullness of spirit

They insist that I conform

But that to me seems to be the madness

That I would conform

That I would pretend to be someone I am not

And join in their crusade against others

When they propose to teach love

So I will continue to exist in my madness

The mad, sinful happiness that is me

And in this act of simple existance

I offer resistance

To the hatred and conformity

That they call holy

My madness is holy

And I will embrace it till the end