Oh thee of little faith
I didn’t come here to be blindsided
punched in the face
and kicked in the gut
all while trying to stand back up
I didn’t come here to starve to death
nor wander god-forsaken lands
once ruled by holy men
who failed so miserably
I didn’t come here to be ridiculed
for my beliefs
whether original thoughts
or inherited by a people struggling
to break free from persecution
I didn’t come here to be dominated
intimidated or bound
detained in a cage
and held for ransom
praying to be redeemed
by my lady of mercy
march two thousand sixteen
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