Traded church attendance for a Miles Monroe novels,
tells me,
when she went to church,
so times the things they said (preached) didn’t FEEL right.
I am anything but religious.
Traded in bible study for a village of mentors,
I tell them,
when I read my bible,
some things I read did FEEL right.
I grew up in the church my mother found after I was molested.
It was where I got my first innocent kiss,
and where I learned being tall was beautiful,
especially on me
It was also the place were I voluntarily lost my virginity
towards the age of six.
[and] I’m sorry,
because I have thought of a pretty or poetic way to say that.
But all of this was proof,
that no thing,
no one
and no place
is 100% good or bad.
I was no safer in the church than I felt in my own body.
My mother is stubborn.
And when it comes to this family tree,
the apple didn’t…even…roll…
We both serve the same God,
so we spend time fighting over which doctrines to follow.
Snorting parchment
and choking on scriptures.
She offers proof of her absolutist beliefs in the form….
*Mother we are serving the same God,
the same guiding light.
Because how many of us still slice a lamb in sacrifice,
but you boast about reading the bible three times,
and walking in it’s word.
No, you walk by intuition.
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