Thee, Thee, Thee

Written by Shayla D. Smith

Unite, All must Overflow in this Cup that God gives to me,
Fuck Me, Like You might Fuck Jesus!
Because God knows you would
Just to fit in Smaller Pants than He.
 But really, He is a Stranger to us all.
 Did those Hypocrites,  listen to the Spirit?
Hearts were- "Me, Me, Me!"
"How He Loves Me! How He Died for Me."- Exactly those Words!


How strange I have felt the dead.
Walked with them,
Held each hand.
And was tortured with complaint.
And here you are,
Clear is your purpose
And you leave Me picked to the bones!


You call Everyone Fat,
But it is skin that I have been generous to.
Burned, Scared, raped, loosened
So full of power drained that it is more of a vapor than a food.
And at times that is all we Call food.


No, I don't love You.
How could I?
You broke Me and left Me to Suffer.
So dry and parched,
My mouth had been burned.
I feel like I am starving to death.
How I feel your pain.
I am not quite like You.
You stole my peace and now You have a body
But I don't think you will live long without a soul.
Because that says nothing
And Half is what is being saved anyway.


Now, I hate You.
This is the date it is over.
Over for you and it's all going to change tomorrow anyway.
I know it is tomorrow today.
 You will stop casting your spells and allow Me to go to the Gym again.
It's another day centered around exercise with the silent treatment from those I love and that's the better part, all because of these dam thighs.
They don't understand that what they call a gift is actually a disease.