I wore pants to church

I remember the days
when I had to wear a skirt to pray
those jumpers my dismay
but I wore them to school anyway.
I remember the days
confused by what I saw
not even four foot tall
not sold on what I was taught
one day I just woke up
saw it for what it was
and said I’d had enough.
I remember the day
I wore pants to pray
the nuns stopped me in my tracks
but I never once looked back
told them to call my parents
my mother on their side-the merits
of properly dressed females
but my father stood by my details
told him of my discomfort
that I refused injustice
that I would pray in pants
and he told them again my stance.
I remember the days
that I knelt down to pray
God on my shoulder always leading the way.
I remember the days-
Catholic memories
of standing up to nuns
and living comfortably.
I remember the days
only a little girl at play
when I changed the system
never needing permission
just God’s little vixen.

In plain sight

Wolf in sheep’s clothing
leading the lowly
taking right over your home
but you know no better
you just have to weather
the violence in their holy tome
if you reject it
or speak of its message
we will take more than your skull.
Allah and his text
pure love and progress
though we ignore it’s anthem-
Muslim’s can lie to the unwise outsiders
they can blamelessly murder you.
Christians are told that
man’s law comes first and
if you do break it
you then must take it
the lashes meant solely for you.
Islam it teaches
to turn nonbelievers
to take over where they make home.
Follow Sharia
no matter the heathens
your home is your faith and your law.
Islam it teaches
to respect no outsider
so you just pretend
that they are not liars
if they do love us
you’ll never know unless
they choose to protect
their new home.

Religion and ethnicity

Faith is not ethnicity-
though it’s a part of culture,
religion is not nationality-
though it to may add to
its order.
Religion is not ethnicity,
Jews are not a race.
A Muslim practices Islam
whether in black, white, brown
or Greek face-
yes, a Jewish person may be
from Belize but,
that doesn’t change his color
or his place of origin.
Religion is a factor
but they are not one
in the same,
as ethnicity is made up of
more components
than just
your faith.
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God and cruelty

Tell me wicked things
wreck my hopes and dreams
but you can’t steal nothing
not from the likes of me
I am the truth and love
with fire from above
God’s work from clay and spite
cruelty has taken my side
the righteous kind of survive
I am the starless night
the shadow bathed in light.
Tell me wicked things
break these bones and sing
out all my sins and bleed
me dry of everything
withered husk I’ll be
still the reigning queen
you’ll all bow down to sleep
and I’ll keep all of me.

Glitter in

Glitter in the dust that fell
from the heavens like a veil
found the wisdom
then they sell
your soul for a kingdom come
unreal
never trusting not a one
just feel
the ever after ordeal
a lung unhealed
breathing in the mud
and kneel
to the God above
the seal.

Congratulations, Katy.

Gilded goddess,
babbling whore,
don’t even know what you’re meant for.
A golden calf, an utter hack-
the killing fields won’t hold you back!
Once profaned a love of Lord
took the temple
make it yours
forget the tail of youth unfurled
the anger of Jesus
at this sick world.
Katy Perry the second rate calf
hanging on to fame,
no real gift of gab
lost in a hell that shows through those eyes-
pools of sacrilege, dirty, knowing lies.
Won out the temple?
Oh aren’t you proud
took it from holy women
but you are allowed
the morning star has fallen
to the whore of Babylon
Katy is chained to the rhythm
turning up the mob.

All that glitters

Glitter in your ashes
covering up those actions
speaking without passion
while consuming Christ.
We’re forcing this acceptance
playing at repentance
yet everyone could careless
speaking words with no real interest.
Glitter up the sacred
dressed up in sin and mayhem
thinking that you’re sainted
born of blood and pavement
truly just a state that
keeps you from the grave and
all reality that
you only relate by watching on the sidelines.
Glitter up those ashes
glitter up your soul
bleed of cotton candy the kind that never molds!
Glitter up those ashes
rainbow paint them bones
you act with no real actions
turning the common into gold.