02/2019
The battle of two worlds commences in the pews.
Singing praises of songs that I once knew.
The blank stares and ominous hymns sink underneath my deep skin.
The right foot plants firm while the left turns to run.
The pastor plays games and makes Satan seem fun.
I stand in the church feeling surrounded and alone.
Pressured by expectation of flesh, soul, and bone.
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My absolute most cherished poem. I will never let a Saturday Like This pass by.
A poem for a woman and those who love her. Don’t search for or accept anything less than you deserve. You were created to glow.
A poem reflecting on my season of heartbreak. I always find myself writing letters to you that I will never send.
