I remember a girl from my class telling me
my paternal line is all fools.
Her father works at church.

I remember being told too many times
I’ll go to Hell for whom I love.
My pain still burns strong like  a torch.

I remember staying in mountains,
In a camp where nuns were our teachers,
That’s the place  I picture when I sing “Deep river”.

My chosen family is huge,
I hope my friends all outlive me,
My every other friend is a believer.

When people are fighting online,
I always side with atheists,
Only their words my sense to my heart.

There is a woman who got her son killed,
She called me once, and said that one is good
If only he has Jesus in his heart.

I know Jah and saints always me call,
I know my friends don’t judge me,
But don’t pray to no one, hurts too hard.