All my life I've never really belonged
Religion began when I was small
First Communions, churches and "God",
A man I didn't know.
I was told he had saved me.
'Saved me?' I wondered. 'How?'
I'd never even met him.
The older I grew, the more I wanted to quit.
I didn't like church, "God", or my First Communion.
Christianity, churches, and more "God".
I have questions, my own beliefs.
How do we know he's real?
How can I believe?
They told me to have faith.
"Faith?" I said to them. "It's not that easy,
For a girl who's never known."
-To blindly put my faith in the dark
Hoping it finds light?
What does faith mean to these people?
For some it means Hope,
For others it's an excuse-
An excuse to judge those who are not like them.
But we are all equal, not matter what the Bible says
God loves all his children, does he not?
No matter whether they are gay, sinful, or just different?
Or does he?
And maybe I'll never put my faith in "God"
Because the little seven year old girl I knew
Who begged "God" everyday at recess
Right next to the flowers with a with stone in hand
Pleading and crying for "Him" to save her grandmother.
"He" had no mercy for the little seven year old girl
Her grandmother died shortly after she had given up praying
"He" was not there to comfort her
"He" had not answered her prayers
And to this day she feels resentment
Like she never belonged
Because maybe-
She didn't.
