Sectarianism Poem by Roisin McNally

I used to be there.
I used to sit with those
People because they were just
Like Me.
We all went to school, we all
Loved to read
We were all Catholics.
All of us followeres of Christ.
All of us equal.

But I came back one Summer
And was happy. Happy to tell
Them I had a new faith. I found
My true faith.
They looked at me weirdly, saying
It will end soon and she'll
Believe in God again.
I didn't.

Still honest to my faith I prayed
To the gods that they will understand
Me and see me the same.
Wrong again.
They looked at me and laughed,
Whispering about how I was a
Freak. I wasn't like them
Anymore.
I didn't believe in their God.

Soon they would tell everyone
That I had a 'Freakish Faith'
That I bow to the Sun God
And the Moon God.
They called me a 'Bad Monothistic'
That they were right.
I was wrong.

But their comments made me stronger
I prayed to the Gods
I lit candles for my God
I worshipped my Gods
Because they accepted
For who I am.
Me. And only me.
Not like them.

They think they are right.
They cannot accept difference.
But really they are not.
They are Sectarianists.
I am there victim.
Until.
The.
Day.
I.
Die.