So tired of the noise,
like fog i can’t see my way through.
I’m tired of being silent,
suffocating my words
with the fear of hurting your feelings.
Afraid to let people know what a fraud you are.
Sometimes i wished that you had remained silent.
Like lifeless coral
that washes up on a bay,
magnificent in its beauty
but no longer relevant,
i wish sometimes that you would be silent
and not torment me with your one-sided,
delusional ideology of christianity.
I wish that you’d be quiet
and not feel the need to drape me in paragraphs
of misconceptions and assumptions.
Because you don’t know me.
Don’t understand me,
so it seems that as long as i
don’t support blindly worshiping a God,
then i’m a heretic
and should be burned at the stake.
you see my views as irrelevant because they do not align with yours.
Just the confessions of a damned soul,
who shares her bed,
in the embrace of a man!
I wish that one day,
that you’d be still,
stop talking, and look around;
that you’d be open-minded,
that you’d seize fire,
fire and brimstone that is…
see me for who i am,
who love and has lost…
I may not pray to your God,
hell, I may not pray to any God.
I want you to be quiet,
Shut the FUCK up and listen.
Do not subject me to the silence and separations of religions
do not look at the length of my skirt, or the earrings dangling from my lobes,
Do not sterotype my children and call them bastards.
Do not speak evil hateful words and dress it up under the guise of celestial judgement.
Just be silent,
and see me,
I look just like you,
a few shades darker
but just the same,
your mirror image,
I am you,
All i want you to do is see me….