Letter H

Letter H
I am labeled, a huge red letter on my chest.  It us my identity and my curse.
With it people can condemn me, beat me, kill me, treat me less than human all because of a simple red letter.
I could do nothing and be a dog. I could be religious and be destined to hell. I could be friend and label an enemy.
I am lucky they give me the right to exist…everything thing else I receive is mercy and grace on their part
I am sick and twisted without uttering a word, save a child only to be shoved away like a leper.
My red letter is G, All because I love a woman, but does it matter?
There are others with different letters, different lives, but the prior rings true. We are tolerated, not equal, not treasured…our death means nothing for we are not normal…
Lucky we are to simply gain toleration they say no matter what the letter
Gay, pagan, Muslim, single parent, pregnant teen, atheist …we all are under the same giant red H. the killer of men, the destroyer of families , the creator of bigotry, xenophobia, sexism…
I pity my attackers…they serve the letter H with pride, broadcasting it near and wide
Carrying signs, singing there chimes
Not ever knowing, not ever once considering, not ever noticing they worship the true Lucifer of this world
Hate