salvation
i can't pray to your
god anymore.
he wouldn't know
what to do with
me...
five foot nine
contradiction
full of angst
and love...
i can't worship
the fallen idols...
the narrowmindedness
that gives
christianity
its identity.
i'm too independent
(forgiving)
and headstrong
(determined)
to be satisfied
with the Nicene
Creed
and the Doxology
anymore...
monitoring my words,
my posture,
my clothing...
God already forgave me
for my eyebrow
ring...
and for loving
my own false idols...
and I didn't come here
for your
forgiveness,
or your advice...
so just let me
play my part
(dutiful
respectful
daughter)
and be on my way...
and then you
can pray to your
god
for my
salvation...
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