Christian Parents

It is time now to fall
Tears should stream down my face
And my throat hoarse from psalm

 

It is time now to abstain
Holy ink should stream from my lips
And my throat hoarse with pleas for forgiveness

 

i’m sorry,
so sorry,
that i’m exactly as you made me.

 

please forgive me for following your scripts.
ignore my pitiful criticisms for the way you
changed the rules to suit your needs.

 

i’m sorry for the love you instilled in me.
sorry it has not funneled in the direction you intended.
sorry humanity is more important to me than

 

your ill-translated pages
that steal our rights, our loves, our freedoms,
our individuality, our lives, our souls.

 

i’ll be eternally sorry that the job you chose
was to love us unconditionally
and that you failed in it,

 

but i’ll be sorrier still that you made us feel it was our faults, our sins, our deficiencies:
these things we cannot control, things we did not ask for,
these gifts you gave unto us when you breathed us into life.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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