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I pray like my mother by Emocean

5 days ago

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Every night

My mother dropped to her knees in submission 

Praying to a Father who art in heaven

But I pray to a mother 

Who art in the crevices 

Of the cavity’s that have come before me

Surrendering 

my will to you

I pray like my mother

Not at  the side of beds 

To merciless men 

But to you 

Is who I cry to 

At the foot of your alter

Elevating you out of submission

And into divinity

It’s always been you.

Inside you 

And around you

When I close my eyes

I don’t clasp my hands shut

I don’t bow my head 

I lift up my arms up to the heavens

Throw my head back

Elated in joy 

Blissful Tears overflowing like 

Abundant glasses of water 

That you pass through

I always wondered what my mother prayed about… and if she ever found salvations

I hear that she has

It’s this version of me she’s been praying for

guilt consumed her 

Leaving her weary, weak to her knees until she fell into submission, leaving her transgressions 

Under the bed, she’d climb under covers , and dream, of protection from a reality that was never meant for me 

Deeply knowing that’s theres a day, I’d be better

For her and for me

Side by side we’d pray, I’d pray for an apology and she’d pray for forgiveness, 

Left to damnation, 

I’d lift her out 

of the hell

She’s been praying about

We’ve been doing this dance for eons

Thinking that submission, meant softness 

Because life’s been so hard

So.. that’s why

Every night

My mother dropped to her knees in submission 

Praying to a Father who art in heaven

But I pray to a mother 

Who art in the crevices 

Of the cavity’s that have come before me

Surrendering 

my will to you

I pray like my mother

Not at  the side of beds 

To merciless men 

But to you 

Is who I cry to 

At the foot of your alter

Elevating you out of submission

And into divinity

It’s always been you.

Inside you 

And around you

When I close my eyes

I don’t clasp my hands shut

I don’t  bow my head 

I lift up my arms up to the heavens 

Throw my head back

gleefully and delighted 

As Tear drops leave trails of gratitude

Filling up glasses of water

I’d say.. my cup runneth over

As I lay it upon alters 

Hoping that you pass through

5 days ago

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