He reasons your pain
Mostly just to contain
We float on the cloud
And drop down
Just to make him proud
It doesn’t matter
He want’s your obedience and belief
…. Flattery…. recharges his batteries
He only gives you relief
To build the recharge
So, he can fine you the surcharge
You pay
So, he goes away
The fat cat wants to play
If you don’t play
He’ll know you didn’t want to pay
Then he gets mad, or sad
Depending on you
He’s a gaslighting dad
Who needs to brew
To find a way to control you
…. It’s hard as embryo
So he genders the flow
And blows pink dust
As you sleep in the deep
He will leap
He loves to leap
Because all good Christians are sheep
For he will dwell in the house of the lord
And me in my keep
So daddy can hoard
And I get the empty reward
Dust to trust
I won’t adjust
…. It’s hard as embryo
He discovered my odds
So he genders the flow
And blows pink dust
As I sleep in the deep
I won’t adjust
2 weeks early
I hate purity
It’s not a need
Despite what humanity wants
We are not all guaranteed
The seed to feed
The right to art
The time to bleed
I forgot to put on my mask
So I’m not very forthcoming
But screaming is what I do
I reflect the color blue
And reject unbecoming
I like who I am
I am what I am
The white lamb
That rolled on the ground
To absorb all the colors
Against the god(s)
He discovered my odds
Says the ultrasound
Dust to trust
I will not discuss
Nor will I adjust
He started the façade
So I started my squad
We were born to discover
all the colors
And I was born to be above her
And love her
To his disdain
I finally ended his reign
by
Rae Wright
About the Creator
Rachel Wright
I write for fun, but require challenges for creative flow.
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