For the girl that made me fall to my knees. - Angel Lerato Rangata
She had to be an unknown religion. Because suddenly I found myself on my knees uttering her name in pleas and thanks in hushed tones. I didn't have to learn her. Somehow my soul recognised her as my life's dogma, and my eyes closed as I breathed the air that was filled with her grace. She had to be a different religion. One that knew pain so well, her affliction purified me. Not everyone was able to understand her, because she was written in an old language from a past life that only I knew for I had been the one to write it on her body. For some reason, she became the only word I knew when my church asked who I thought was God. I selfishly keep her to myself because I don't want to be one of many who pray to her. I want to be her only follower. Her eyes are my temple, her words my bible, and her existence my purpose.
