Possessed
Dear mother,
I do not wish to be like you!
I want no part in your religion of lies,
Your version of Christianity is different,
Your version of love is empty.
When I needed you most,
you were in church…
When I needed arms to teach me,
Your arms were on the altar…
When I needed words of encouragement,
You were singing in the choir…
When I needed smiles and friendship,
You smiled with Apostles.
Call it what you want,
But you were not there!
You say one thing but do another,
Your words are empty and your actions louder,
Entrapped in your visions…Only Apostles had your heart,
The prayer is for me? But the love? Where’s that?
And those your friends, I wish they knew better,
Backbiting each other with tongues that slither.
You go around making up stories to seem like the victim,
Teaching others to blame misfortune on the people that loved them.
All you ever with your phone is spreading hate, Teaching wickedness like it’s part of your faith.
And As usual blame everything on evil spirits, and point fingers…
But you ruined our relationship with your poisoned stinger.
I have friends who walk their talk with humility and grace,
Who’s actions reflect the true meaning of their faith,
I look up to them, though I don’t say it to their face
I don’t sing one sentence repetitive songs
Especially not the ones I feel like you wrote
No meaning to me in the all too familiar notes,
Like mourning songs…they lack the joy, and they miss hope
My heart yearns for joy from above.
Today, you looked at me and called me possessed …
My siblings not a bit distressed,
Already used to the words you often expressed.
I smile cos I’m not the least affected…
Probably confirming the statement , your mind debated.
Train up a child in the way he should go…
You had your chance, but you let yours go.
Now the once fertile soil in my soul,
Is barren, filled with concrete and coal.
Now you bring your seeds to sow,
And scream at me cos they don’t grow.
Maybe I am possessed,
But not by the spirits you seek,
Or so desperately wish to find in me,
But by the fear of becoming everything you mean to me.
Dear mother,
I do not wish to be like you
I want no part in your religion of lies
Your version of Christianity soiled and tainted
I listen not to the words you speak…
Good and evil…they sound the same to me.