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when i was a child in church my preacher taught me that he was god & the first chance he got he crucified me, his authority nailed my small body to the seat, i had no choice but to listen as his vile sermons destroyed all that was pure & profane violently dying as i didn't dare so much as breath
the tongues he spoke meant nothing, all his self righteous preaching and over the top yelling made my soul break & bleed,
but the message was received
heaven had forsaken me,
i was born the wrong color, the wrong ethnicity, i was supposedly corrupt& stumbled & struggled over my own inferiority, locked in an eternal clumsy dance with three left feet
heaven had forsaken me, had bound shackles around my ankles & knees
and although even then i understood the wrongness of what was being said, i a mere child who's cross to bare was too big, did as children do and absorbed, & the poison would not take long to set
heaven has not forsaken me?
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—-Bunny ♡
