I go home
go to my room
and fall to my weekened knees.
The man's words had swallowed my ears
burning my blood.
God must hate me.
I rested my head on my joined hands
my heart begining to weep.
I started asking
praying for god's forgiveness.
I prayed for my life right through supper
for my stomach had been filled with god's disapproval.
If I pray enough
I could feel god's fiery eyes stare at me
knowing I didn't do what he had asked me to do.
I must be forgiven.
seek for the good i do for you.
For give me.