What's My Sin, God?: A Poem
I didn't invite myself to come to this world
my life merely ignited by a passion's blast
spending some months passive and curled
before slapped for that first cry, not the last.
They didn't want me to be as when I was born
so soon I got remodeled more to their sample
with little encouragement, but mostly a scorn
chances to turn into myself were not ample.
Then everyone else rushed as if in a stampede
to instill into my mind what life was all about
teachers, politicians, planting their seed
insisting that there would be a sprout.
So, what turned out to be my big sin, after all
was it my almost ruthless soul's liberation
with marching into life instead of a crawl
relying on my mind without hesitation.
Maybe that is why I gave up on any god
tired of authorities and all silly preaching
accepting my sins, imperfect and flawed
just forever guided by my own teaching.