"Predestined"

Hey guys! I haven't posted a poem lately, and I've been itching to do so. I wrote this poem, because I was pondering how and why we judge other people. We don't even know them, and we simply assume things because we're uncomfortable with diversity and change. If this is too political for you, I'm sorry that there's this little thing called opinion and freedom of speech.

"Predestined"

I don't believe in a heaven. I never really have.
If the length of my skirt determines the depth
of my salvation, I don't want eternity with "the saved".
We all love to worship "holy men"
Their sermons are the ultimate authority
But where is the God they claim they serve?
They miss God because they're too busy gossiping about the girl
Who sits quietly in the back row. She occasionally drinks
And sometimes even dares to swear.
"She's not a real one", they whisper.
I don't want to spend any time in your heaven
If you're only going to make me become a porcelain doll.
White's a dirty color anyways.
See, I want to be loving,
but your doctrine says it's evil to even simply like myself.
I'd love to be respectful,
but it's hard to respect the way you judge every single person except yourself.
I want to be compassionate. Really, I do.
But it seems like you're quite passionate about damning me to hell anyways.
If hell is a place where perfection isn't allowed, then I'm alright with being there.
You could probably host "prayer meetings" for me. We'll see if God still loves me.
But whatever you do, please just don't try to paint me white.