[In a very volatile transition from Catholicism to Paganism I wrote this bit of slam poetry.]

I listen and I listen and I listen to you
You make my head and my heart hurt
And sometimes the pain is so loud
I just want to scream
I don’t have to defend myself
And I don’t mean to either
You wave a book at me and you
Think you have the answer.
I’m here to tell you
You don’t have the answer
You’re not even close
You hide and you hide and you trust
In these passages and ideals
The way you think the world should be
The way you think people should act
And you say that you love and you love
But you judge and you burn with your words
You stand and you protest
And you tell people they’re wrong
But what if you’re the one who’s wrong?
You preach and you yell with the conviction
That would drop a man to his knees
But this book that you have
That guards what you say
That God sent these messages
That we should follow
But God didn’t write a single word
And I don’t buy it
These men wrote this book, this book,
This book of reading
Fantastical and mythical that is basis for
Everything you say, every cutting word
Every word, every word and God is the word
And God said love and I love and I love
And because I love
I give women the right to choose
I accept that a man can love a man
I know that even if you aren’t my religion
You’re on a path that will save you
I believe, I believe, I believe what I say
And I have the conviction behind it
So don’t hide behind your book
Because I stand here unarmed
And God’s on my side too.