This morning
I awoke to my mother
leaning over
me
and shaking
me
we are going to church
she informed
me
A hot
white
brick of hatred
was thrown
through my window
at that moment
and lodged
itself inside
me
I growled like
a wild dog
but with one gunshot
of a glance
I shut up
but continued
to rot
I put on ugly clothes
-my rebellion
we sat in church
the red cloth
pews
hiding the red
scratches
the marks that were
burned into
me
perverse thoughts
ran through
my head
my anger
flared like an ugly rash
we all bowed
our heads
and looked prayerful
while i refused (-my rebellion)
I wouldn’t pray
anyway
so why pretend
But I filed in line
anyway
and ate the
spirit of god
the hypocrisy boiled and
churned
in my stomach
