A lady came up to me today,

She had lost both breasts

With soul in her eyes she spoke of a savior.

Naive promises of saccharine salvation and loving embraces 

Coated her tongue.

"It’s too good to be true"

But no she beholds "I swear it’s a fact"

Just promise your soul, your skin, and senses 

To a miraculous God!


 I know the one that you speak of,

He who turns water to wine, and rises resurrected.

To him you’ve pledged you fidelity?





This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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faith is strong but why?

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