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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
