In a world where two people get down on their knees Both in the business of selling themself Both hoping to be blessed for the work they put in One called a preacher The other a ***** But only one is seen as a sinner And one gets paid to say what anyone can read I been around both so I'll speak for me Ten percent seems high just to sit and listen for sixty minutes twice a week about a make believe world that nobody will ever be able to say it even exist for sure I'd rather pay alittle more and get straight to point with the working girl Sweaty men in cheap suits don't do much for me Besides I need the relief of a release
Their worried because she has kids Talking **** as they drop their kids off to Father Ben Never noticing the nuns That's mental and physical abuse showing on their face She's trying to get paid While the church gives millions to cover up their peodphile ways Moving them from place to place Making the devil take the heat Wait Is that why the devil even exist So you religious sinners have someone to blame
Black people being racist Then crying about slavery White folks mad because they will soon be the minority Campaigning for a white lives matter movement The Spanish stay yelling P.R or NY Not sure why they even moved Straight people angry cause they can't go both ways Gay people hating for still being blamed for creating aids Old don't like the new And the new to dumb to have a clue It's all petty **** and a waste of time Like voting for an election of any kind They control us by keeping the hate between us Because I bet if religion didn't make a dime Religion would be gone faster then the evidence they had aboit JFK being shot Look back and see the past got us here Now look ahead with a different plan Respect yourself to remove the label they selected for you Give these kids hope for a bright future Or might as well give these kids the rope so they don't suffer in the future
I don't want you to hate me but you do I don't want you to leave but you did I just want what we once had "I'm here for you and I always will be" "I won't give up on you , because I love you." Now it seems I'm as meaningless as the milk you pour on your cereal What happened to laughs and camping and telling me stories? What happened to tickling my feet to see me smile and saying one day I'll be great and find love? I'm replaced in your heart with "Why aren't you as good as him?" and "I hate you , I despise you." I just want my true dad and his love... I guess people will just have to keep labeling me with "daddy issues" And maybe I do have them but they won't stop until he does.
This is not like my usual poem I could have rhymed but I didn't I just needed to release some things
Sixteen years old Another night Another one FADL guard* She smiles the leather belt around the stomach is tight i can see the sun set through the window with the lock it hurts in my heart and my cracked ribs
I break down in tears and I tell her about the assault about the humiliation that now on the seventh day occurs forced to derive stools in a parcel tray urinate in a flask with both hands bonded in leather injected by force with anesthetics denied all movement Deprived of all freedom deprived of all dignity
Still She smiles while she calmly skims my hair and softly whispers the doctor is on his way .. He's bringing anesthetics...
* FADL = danish union of medicinal studies, used to do graveyard shift at mental instituitions.
I don't care who you are, if you judge people for a living then I recommend that you take a long good look at your life because if you are taking that time out of your life to criticize other people for being someone that they want to be then you need to fix yourself. Fix your mind set. Fix the way you see the world because who ever taught you that being yourself is wrong did not teach you right. I will not judge you for wanting to be a different gender. I will not judge you for your beliefs and religions. I will not judge you for the clothes you wear or the music you listen too so why the **** should you be able to judge me? I as so sick of being looked at and automatically labeled. If I wanted to be labeled then I would label myself.
See this heart encased by imperfect skin It masks the beauty that is locked within Because society has no eyes to look inside At the beauty that commercials hide
We see perfection as an image to high That we fight to make ourselves try to be something that will never make sense In this sad world that encourages this
We hear names screamed out at us to morph us into something, while society laughs at us It's telling us if we fit the role then maybe you'll be considered full
They tell you to be yourself then list out what to change And if your opinions are different you're suddenly strange If you don't look or act or live a certain way Then you're automatically cast out and shamed
Hold your head up high and press on Because I won't be conformed to a society That's hiding me Because I'm not who they say I should be