Was there a need for your creation
Were your values put on sale
Who put together the pieces
And told you your actions were sins
Did you commit them for sins’ sake
Or were the sins committing all along

Who told you you could dream
The secret world before creation
Before time took its footsteps
Judgment never held happiness by the ears
And the stars were flickering before sight
Light still slept underneath space

Were you given the right to happiness
Does what makes you happy take from others
Are you living proof of an equality
How are you sure of friendships
Or love for that matter
If no one else feels how do you now of its existence
A comparison of scars and tears in cupped hands
Sweetened with smiles and good intentions

Standing tall and alone gazing up
Until a closed hand brings you down
The concern wrapped in a whisper sits
And on your knees you embrace
With the release you talk to the dirt
And draw in the mud with your fingers
It’s so hard to clean under the fingernails
The bubbles in the sink look so bright
What was there before the great command