Morangos Mofados

Gabriel Martins

Pastor Morães said that god told us to hate gays. 

Pastor Morães told me that if I had died that day, 

I would’ve gone to hell. 

Pastor Morães called me a prophet, and made me 

pray for everyone. 

But god told me to look at someone’s ass 

Stare at lips. 

God taught me desire 

I long for a home that was never there. 

In a country that signifies a beginning rather than 

myself. 

The people who have loved me there are bookmarks 

in my story, 

And someday I’ll flip back to read the good parts 

Again. 

How do I love in a country that has forgotten me? 

How do I taste to someone I’ll never know? 

Is there anything more self-destructive than 

persisting without faith?