You tell me,
I 'should' pray.
Believing my identity,
Has led me astray.
I choose to be 'me'.
And not any other way.
And since you observe 'them',
Seeming not to accept me 'sometimes'?
They find you 'sometimey'...
Whiney!
Too pretentious.
And don't accept you at all!
Keep praying.
One day they will give you permission...
To get up off your knees!
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