in the name
of god
i was
demonized.
i bled tears
from lashes
of the
outrage of
my mother
who recited
verses
when i was
buttered.
my cries
echoed
in the
hollow walls
of my
father's
beating heart
as he
uttered
blasphemous
monologue.
it was not
sin
i was
absolved of,
but rather
of love
that i
desperately
needed.