good lord, what have i done
to be so far from you?
to be independent, assertive, strong,
my own leader, a model.
without a doubt, i did everything right
i am the judge, i am the law
but above all, i am a piece of him
from flesh and earth, i’ve done
everything in my power to be him
because it was Her in the garden
to be this
when i could’ve been sweet like a peach,
bruised like the skin of a supple babe,
i could’ve been gentle like a storm, or
emotional like a streetlamp in the dead of night
humble for you,
tender for you,
devoted for you
when they told me He
was supposed to be love
but he wasn’t
what if i was fruit to a spirit
that lied to all my brothers,
ripped apart my sisters,
and liberated my mother?
when She comes back and tells me
how to be, in Her image
i wonder — will it be enough?
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