Chuch Boy Out Of Church Poem by Her Name Is Taylor

You came from this place.....
I thought only angels could be from
But how blind I was,
to see what you have now become

How unfortunate the truth,
of the rebelious preacher's boy
wanting people to see, your mouth and
not your heart....
Pulling from the minds of the hated,
and only tearing yours apart

What would it be like...
to see Jesus in your head,
and not danginlg from your neck,
and you giving him the true level of respect
What would it be like, to see yourself for who you are
and not caring if the others, try to leave a scar.....

The Church Boy out of church, if only he could not
be him AND The Chuch Boy....
wouldn't it be better to just be you,
and not have to be split in two