A church may have heard a million prayers
But in comparison to how many prayers have been thrown my way
They seem few
For all the prayers people have bestowed upon me
Begging their father and their spirit
Praying to no end
Praying to make me someone I am not
Praying to take away the part of me that makes me alive
A church may have heard a billion prayers
But it is nothing compared to the amount of prayers forced onto me
Those prayers of sick hatred
Those prayers that will never be answered so long as I'm alive
