Reflection
When
you made your reflection
what did you see?
If you made me in your image,
why must you judge me?
Are you insecure?
Am I that different from you that you must look over me,
with judging eyes?
a child
a dog
with no knowledge of the dangers.
If I don't submit;
beat me like a child?
shock me like a dog?
until I love
until I believe.
ten hail marys
and all is forgiven
When I feel the eyes on my back that follow with sin,
I damn you.
Father,
I damn you for your intolerance.
Even my mind is not safe from your presence,
and I love you for it,
Father.
alms to the church
and all is forgiven
You judge yourself through me,
your reflection,
a mirror image of your soul.
But when I look back,
I am seeing me.
I construct you with my guilt.
whips to the back
and all is forgiven
Confused about your purpose,
your initial intentions,
I was told you were life.
I was told I was part of you,
your distorted reflection
shattered by humanities clumsy fist,
a drunken version of you.
cut off the hand that sins
and all is forgiven
You tell us stories.
That you know of omnipotence.
And that you judged the actions of your children in that paradise garden,
forever damning yourself
to be questioned
by your reflection.
Saint Louis, MO