Religion
My shame festers
under the chant of the Gospel.
I’m not much to bow my head
but it is the face of scorn
that has my eyes lowered.
Scared to fall short
under the tender, adamant eyes
of family, of God.
My shame festers
under the chant of the Gospel.
I’m not much to bow my head
but it is the face of scorn
that has my eyes lowered.
Scared to fall short
under the tender, adamant eyes
of family, of God.