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