mom hears my truth
and folds like paper
christians quick to point fingers
faster to correct than to come correct

they siphon light
steal the shine from souls who dared to glow
call it jesus
but inside, they’re dead
burning slow
hollow flames licking empty bones

i watched them judge from their cracked thrones
shouting mercy while clutching stones
scared of the fire i carry
the truth that burns brighter than their fear

they say love, but love is a ghost
a shadow in a cage
while they hide behind sermons
wearing chains of quiet shame

mom, you chose silence over my scars
easy to condemn but harder to see
your faith a brittle mask
cracking under the weight of what’s real

and i’m here, raw and unraveled
calling out the gods of hypocrisy
because the brightest light
comes from the ones they try to ***** out