Churches And God Poem by Amouta Stardancer

We burnt our sins,
in the church parking lot,
and left the ashes with our faith.
Because at some point,
we realized,
we were talking to a statue,
and needed,
to find some answers on our own.
And they said we shouldn’t go.
Mom cried,
when we walked away from Jesus,
and handed in our crucifixes.
And I apologized,
to this day I don’t really know why.
Red choir robes,
were never for me,
and pews and steeples,
just couldn’t fulfill me.
So I said sorry,
but there was nothing to say it for,
still their disappointment,
held my eyes to the floor,
as I walked out on a sermon,
straight out the door,
and I cried,
cause I was free,
and I cried,
cause no one wanted me,
and I found God again,
so easily,
but this time God was a She,
and they called it all blasphemy,
but I wasfinally,
where I’d always needed to be