Holy Father
By Daijah Patton
Hello Father
I’ve missed church for five years
worth of Sundays
The more I hear about religion
The more I realize it’s something I can’t praise
The bible has words in it I’ve always wanted to care about
I have tried numerous times to take those words like I take my poetry
Engrave them in my mind with emphasis, a message
But these verses read like fickle fantasies
A story to comfort those who need something to believe in
A golden cross used to hang low on my neck
Passed down from my Christian grandmother
To my mother and to me
I never took it off because I was holding too tightly
Grasping to an impact that was never imposed on me
My pastor would go on for hours
Preaching sermons that left a sour taste
in the back of my mouth
Christianity has been forced upon me since I was a child
I memorized the scriptures and I was dressed up every Sunday
But when I needed God to be the best
I got on my knees and let my words do the rest
Every night I prayed, in my worse light
I thought he would help me
Give the gift of his grace, and stop taking the people I love
After I prayed that day, nothing seemed to change
I suffered by my lonesome, started to lose my faith
Knowing He sat there, and watched me fester in pain
I feel sometimes he is too afraid, to reveal his feet
Because he’s probably let down more than just me
For God so loved this world that he
Stepped back and is watching it crumble piece by piece
Our people are dying from violence and the climate is rising
So I hope you can understand,
Why I won’t put my belief
in a man
that I’ve never seen.
One day
I am going to have to break the news
That my views of the all powerful, omnipotent Lord
Are not family approved
My beliefs are in things that I have physically seen
To be or not to be God? You are the question
I am agnostic and that is my confession
So I will not take anymore Christian lessons from older people
who just wanna educate me with their opinions
Relatives who don’t listen to anything except what’s written
in a versioned book from BC
Pay attention,
This is a new era and I’m blowing my own horns
Opening my own gates, to what resonates in me
The things that have puzzle pieced me in place
And saved me
Holy father, don’t bother
I’m good now.
About the Author
Daijah Patton is currently a junior English major/concentration in Creative Writing with a minor in Secondary Education at Arcadia University! She has always loved writing slam poetry and sharing her story with anyone who will listen. She spends a lot of her time indulging in cooking/baking, reading fiction and poetry, and trying to tell people what they should watch on Netflix :)