You were perfect
I was your project
The mistake you were trying to correct
You dressed me up like your doll
You tailored my words
All to fit your perfect mold
I cannot be saved
No Sunday
No Gospel will fix me.
Save your Holy Water & oil
If I did pray, I would beg for you to see me
I would wail to the Heavens to grant you acceptance of me
Your only child
Please love me, for me
Despite who I love.
