I am a member of a cult, A follower of a sect, An acolyte of a religion many call crazy I hate participating in this cult, For it requires me to abandon my instincts, To push my body to the point of breaking, To give everything I have, Not receiving even my own sweat as a reward But I know not how to survive in its absence, I am an addict to this time consuming drug, A drug I devote two hours a day, One hour once a week before even the sun rises, And Saturdays as a form of celebration. Worship makes my body sore, And leaves it smelling of chemicals. I am a drill, buried six feet under Knowing no up nor no down, Knowing only that persistence will be my savior, And only time will present me with a blessing, I thrive off of the meager rush of obtaining this rarity, Because most of the time this parasite of a belief Drains every ounce of energy from my callused being. There are few days a year, When my faith is tested, When the loyal will be blessed, And traitors will be cast aside like a lousy apology. I am left constantly questioning my sanity Rarely remaining in a state of happiness, But never backing out, or giving up. As member of this asinine group, I am required to sacrifice much of My time, My hobbies My work, My life I am a dutiful slave to my ambition, My master is consistent and brutal, And keeps me chained to my commitments. But I do not serve alone, There are many others like me- Lacking better judgment, Functioning on pure devotion alone, Using their bodies as a tool to grow closer to their faith. I know them as brothers and sisters, We are a family surviving together in the confines of this cult, You know us as athletes, And our religion as swimming.
What would you say If I announced I was gay That I love women over men Regardless of how hard you pray And what would you think If I took a girl to the prom Adopted a kid With no dad but two moms I know that you believe That 'gay isn't right' But that's who I am And for me I WILL fight.