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Child Of God?

Child Of God?

No choice of mine
Kids pointing, laughingย 
I begged mother
This wasn't meย 
I begged fatherย 
I didn't feel free
As a teenager, I didn't understandย 
They preached, just hold gods hand
Night after nightย 
I didn't play with real friendsย 
On a Sunday, religion was my hellย 
A child of god?
A child of what I must do?
A child controlledย 
A child unknown to what's trueย 
Where was god, when I needed him most?
Where was he, when pregnant and coldย 
Still birth, frightened and nowhere to goย 
He took my baby, I was left all aloneย 
Should I be born into religion?
Should choice be my creation?ย 
I was a child but manipulatedย 
A past that I'm still hatingย 
My demons for years, was the price I paid
Now with daughter and no religious weight
A child of god?
A child of my own
I stand here
No sinner of life
I stand hereย 
God?
Me?

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Marion

Very powerful Wayne x

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Terry Kay

Wayne, This is a power house of a poem.ย  Hats off to you!ย  ย Ya know I love thinkers..Give yourself a hug...

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Wayne Stubbs

Hug given ?? thanks very much or saying so ??

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sarah harry

intense ....i guess it is a choice i know the feeling of doubt and the frustration that builds in this pieceย 

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Wayne Stubbs

Yeah true Sarah, thanks for your comment ?

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