What I see when I look at me

by on May 20, 2020 :: 0 comments

I made love to a god
who did not care
about my size nor
my gut
down there;

I still see her face
vespers, chants, and
in-between an altar
and some beads;

I laugh now
each time I meet new gods
who ask me if I pray
and when I pray

cos I stopped waiting to be asked
why I look at myself
in the mirror.

– David Francis Effiong

editors note:

God sez, “listen up,” and I hear me loud and clear. – mh clay

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