To you, the person who thinks they know me, because I am a Christian and probably more conservative than you (but not as conservative as you think),
I want to write about how there is more to me than what you assume to be true.
I want to write about how I’m complicated and so are my beliefs.
I want to write about how I can agree with your argument but not the way you argue.
I want to write about how even when I don’t agree with you, I will defend your right to fight for your beliefs with my every breath.
I want to write about being multidimensional when you want to make me black or white.
I want to write about how life is a struggle but it’s so so worth the fight.
I want to write about how you don’t make me feel safe to be me.
I want to write about how my beliefs are just as valid as yours.
I want to be able to express my fears and concerns.
I want to write.
But I don’t know where is safe anymore.
You judge me based on an article or what someone has said.
You assume because I am a Christian I don’t understand.
You think I’m going to judge and condemn.
But you don’t actually ask me to speak.
You don’t want to hear me.
So I am quiet.