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"Excuse me sir, do you have a moment to talk about our lord and savior Jesus Christ?" For a moment, I almost tell him that I was born Jewish. Or that I don't really believe in a God at all. I almost tell him, "No." But I look at his too-thin, pathetic face, And at his cross necklace. I notice his red shirt, The blazing white shoes, faded jeans without a belt. I almost tell him, "No." Then I remember that old trick I used to play. knock knock knock. The door opens. "Excuse me sir, do you have a moment to talk about our lord and savior Jesus Christ?" The same look I'm giving him now, and the door closes again. I rob the neighbor visiting his daughter in New Mexico instead. I almost tell him, "No. I don't have the time because I can't be redeemed, so **** off." I almost tell him, "Your God is a lie that your parents made up to keep you a ****** I almost flip him off and say, "White America can eat my *** I almost tell him, "No." But I hesitate, because I marvel at his capacity to believe. I almost tell him, "No." But I hesitate. I look him in the eyes. "No," I say, and I slam the door in his face.
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Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 1:48 PM UTC
Immanence
"Excuse me sir, do you have a moment to talk about our lord and savior Jesus Christ?" For a moment, I almost tell him that I was born Jewish. Or that I don't really believe in a God at all. I almost tell him, "No." But I look at his too-thin, pathetic face, And at his cross necklace. I notice his red shirt, The blazing white shoes, faded jeans without a belt. I almost tell him, "No." Then I remember that old trick I used to play. knock knock knock. The door opens. "Excuse me sir, do you have a moment to talk about our lord and savior Jesus Christ?" The same look I'm giving him now, and the door closes again. I rob the neighbor visiting his daughter in New Mexico instead. I almost tell him, "No. I don't have the time because I can't be redeemed, so **** off." I almost tell him, "Your God is a lie that your parents made up to keep you a ****** I almost flip him off and say, "White America can eat my *** I almost tell him, "No." But I hesitate, because I marvel at his capacity to believe. I almost tell him, "No." But I hesitate. I look him in the eyes. "No," I say, and I slam the door in his face.
Dybbuk
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Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 1:48 PM UTC
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