She spoke fast and furious
over time she saw he never heard it
She folded away all her curious
slowly tucking them into his jeans pockets
button up shirts crisp and ironed
her warmth does not come from the dryer
So tears welling up inside her
if God really did exist
then why did he make her like this?
destined only to please men
They both say her existence
no matter her repentance
could ever free her from this sentence
a second class citizen from the moment of her birth
a second class sins again
as she dreams of life outside of
pleasing him
she sins again
when she stops fitting in
she sins again
Shes resenting them
For the fire over feminine
she thinks at least I am not one of them
Shes only happy to not be a man
Because she never understands
How to hate women the way it demands
Hands
Strike
Match lights
Sins again
She fights
He sighs
Sets fire
Inside her
Watch her burn
Says it's God's work