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.)