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Here She Comes
Here she comes, wrapped in a shawl of stars
that burn her skin
and leave her blistered in crosses and prayers
You'd think us heartless,
how we wave down at her,
masking our faces and burning her flags,
as we know her creator exalts it.
You'd believe us in safety,
as we warn each other of her approach,
and she swells with the devil, pridefully crying:
"It wasn't my fault! It wasn't my fault!"
and the scars down her legs scream her name.
And here she comes,
striding down the halls with a sense of purpose,
one only obtains
through an escape or a pact.
There's no devil here,
and still
she screams:
"Let me out! Let me out!"
And the boys of purity chant her name
while she's burned at the stake.
Here she comes, down and dirty
by scuffs of shoes and paddles.
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you might already know this but, just because some people think you're worthless doesn't mean God thinks so too. If you don't, consider it.
also in case your wondering I'm sorry I haven't really posted much. The comments I get are kinda weird.
This poem is about my experience at my old school, dealing with abuse and religious trauma. It was very difficult to be different at an ableist, homophobic, transphobic Christian school: I was ridiculed and ignored by teachers, and bullied by other students. My only friend influenced me into embracing a bad reputation, all while kicking at my arms and legs and pinching my hands. Rambunctious boys in my class put me on "trial" during class, watching me get eaten up by teachers, and hitting me with (pingpong? I think?) paddles during gym class. I use poetry to express how I feel about my experiences. This poem is from the perspective of the school, demonizing me.