you deny the existence of my gods and yet You question my prayers. Suspect my allies, flirt with my enemies. Holes where there should be butterflies Yet, you pretend to understand. Eavesdrop on my confessions, belittle my priests Yet you listen to your saviour with deaf ears. You read his words with coloured glasses. Surely, you jest, no you chastise. Surround yourself with comfortable lies. Your biggest problem is who am i? But sir/ ma'am/ person, your crown is bleeding with tears, blood and leaves. we all sit back and watch our lives come together perfect mirrors of those who came before us we all pretend like we haven't become the very people we once feared, loved, hated, and needed the most (Full piece in caption):) mother, no one should have to prove themselves self-worth is found in the heart and mind not in jewelry, clothes, and cars nor mansions, bars, and wine mother, life is different now it’s not how things were in the 90’s it’s not supposed to be all work and no play