He kissed my forehead then shooed me away;
Like an insect with wings too broken to mend.
Praising Jesus while watching his hair turn gray
Leave me here, like the residue of your astray.
Amidst cigarette butts and broken glass
He patted my forehead then shooed me away.
Walk in God’s light he’d say, and never stray…
His fist clenched in cruelty and conviction
Quoting Jesus while watching his hair turn gray
Daughters are supposed to respect, honor and obey.
An angel told him this when she blew her magic dust.
He struck my forehead then shooed me away.
Beneath his footprint my world sits in disarray.
He scars and mars on his way to the door.
Impersonating Jesus while watching his hair turn gray
Pinned to the wall I wish I could put him upon a display;
Other’s could dismember and dissect the anatomy of a hypocrite.
He kissed my forehead then shooed me away;
Praising Jesus while watching his hair turn gray
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