Observations

The boy who cries in the dark

Calls me mean name in the light

He does it for the 

Love

I think he does it out of

Spite

I accept him

Because that's all

to expect when

You have been under the microscope

Of an uncompassionate man

whom they have taught us to call

god

Little g

Intended

Cause I can't imagine a

Big G

such as 

Himself

Inflicting such disparities

He

would hold my hand

and stroke my hair

Seeing no one else

In His 

Presence

When I ask upon Him for

Help

Vain as I sound

I find this more 

Comforting

than to think

that my Fam

would allow

the boy who cries in the dark

to

Pull my hair

or

Push me down the stairs

without

Removing his knees

and feeding him to the

Swine 

I must allow myself

to View Him

As the 

True God Father

My much needed push

when I refuse to go any

farther

Further

Reaching down into my 

Soul

Whispering sweet 

Affirmations to my beating

Heart

Peace be 

Still

Steal away to our

Secret place

Perfumed with Cinnamon

and Lilies

Lavender and

Chamomile

No tea needed

But if you are offering

I would like 7 lumps of

Sugar

Please and 

Thank you