A Poetic Reflection: by Belle Webb
Oh conversion therapy, the danger you bring,
With your harmful ways, and your poisonous sting,
You promise to change what cannot be changed,
But all you do is leave those you touch estranged.
You claim to fix what is not even broken,
And leave a trail of hurt, pain, and sorrow unspoken,
You try to mold a person into a false form,
And leave them feeling lost, confused, and forlorn.
You disregard the truth of who they are,
And leave them with scars that may never heal or scar,
You ignore their emotions, their needs, and their wants,
And force them to comply with your societal fronts.
You strip them of their dignity, their freedom, their voice,
And leave them with no other choice,
But to endure the pain that you inflict,
And try to heal from the wounds that you convict.
Oh conversion therapy, the danger you bring,
With your misguided beliefs, and your toxic offering,
You leave those you touch with a heavy burden to bear,
And leave the world without a sense of care.
Let us banish this practice, this harm, this pain,
And let those we love be who they are without restraint,
For only in acceptance, in love, in truth,
Can we truly be free, and live without the stain of abuse.