My scars are made to share my story
Though the evidence of my pain may be gory
Ppl scream an shout "you are unholy" because of the life i chose
Its not my fault i find women as beautiful and delicate as a rose
Forgive me lord for i have sinned
Whatever religion i aquire i will never win
They fill ur head with the blasphemy of there souls that are rotten
The sing hyms that are long ago forgotten
They sin but yet they judge us
The talk as though their above us
Religion is a contradiction and a misconception all on its own
Over the years...the lies just have grown
YOU ARE READING
Looking For a Reason
Poetrythis is a book of poems they're deep an they're dark so prepare urself
