So, on the phone you said that I should talk to God.
Well, let me tell you a secret through a poetic form.
God hears me talk to Him all the time.
I have conversations with him through out the day.
I actually vent to Him through poetry.
You are not with me everyday to know the things that I do.
As I’m talking to him through this poem.
I think he is telling me to join a different church.
I need to get away from the people that are making me feel guilty when I walk in there.
I haven’t been to that church in a while.
I personally feel at peace with my self.
I don’t like being questioned all the time.
I don’t like a lot of things.
But, when I start using the word ¨We¨.
Don’t call me saying well, I’m sorry.
I will never ever except the word sorry from anyone.
Well, because they don’t except that word from me.
¨We¨ will be in my vocabulary from now on.
But, I will not use it around you all because you all will still judge me
and still call me selfish.
For your information,
I do talk to God.
He hears my every cry and
I think my poetry is putting me at peace
by talking to Him through it.
This poem is called ¨FYI¨ for a reason.