God?
When I was a little girl
I asked my father
A question that baffled
Even the smartest man alive
He couldn't answer me
He just stuttered and stared
"Well sweetie, I don't really know"
I wanted an answer
I needed an answer
But I knew this one time
In my life
I wouldn't be getting
What I wanted so badly
This was the one thing
I wanted to know so badly
But I knew I would never know
Because people were so uneducated
As I grew older
I asked multiple people
Only to find
That they knew only as my father
You wonder what I asked
That night
I'll tell you
So listen closely
I asked him that one eve
A question filled with wonder
It was as simple and juvenile as
"Who is God, daddy? And why'd he kill my mother?"
