You always walk with shameless grace
A miracle I hardly see
Since a liar sent me up to heaven
And made me say that god would make us free
We’re twin seeds planted in two soils
You say that giving love is easy
Well my head’s decades late and bursting
With rooted shame from someone else’s creeds
There always came a suited fraud
Who’d vivisect my faith for me
To save me with values I’d never believed
Carrying the hate from an American god
Must keep eastern integrity
I sewed on button eyes to hide
Just who I was when I would read
My love could grow safe from deliverance
In stories where our loves stayed sweet
I wish it’s only ghosts I channel
When I gather virtuosity
You say my art’ll surpass their crimes
Well I fell for yet another facade
The expectations smiled on me
And the dearest tales I’ve seen
Have somehow become foreign to me!
Reading those words from an American god
Was a perfect futility
(I wrote this relatively hastily, so don’t be surprised if I create a revised draft of this. My expectations were a bit more ambitious, so hopefully I can create a version that mimics more closely what I wanted to see.)




