In Church


In church they tell us to believe,
Believe in the gospel,
Believe in You,
But all I can think is, Why should I?
What did I, as an innocent babe, do?
To deserve to be born broken,
Born with illnesses that can't be seen,
But can be felt with every mood swing.
What did I, as a young girl do?
An outcast to her peers because
You're too black! You're too light!
You're too fat! You're too strange!
So that no one would play,
Unless the game was
To pick on, laugh at, or beat on her.
What did I, as a young woman, do?
To get ignored when it matters,
To have pains plague my head,
And because others ignored me
I was sent to jail
Where every day I was brutally raped.
In church they tell us to believe,
Believe in the gospel,
Believe in You,
But how can I believe,
After all that's happened to me?

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