( confession of a sinner )

 

I am sure,

I know for a fact that god is frightened of me

nothing else could spell out the way my hips sway,

full of lust and undaunted

without fearing that god would strike upon me.

I have no agitation of god

maybe because I am his prettiest daughter,

or maybe because I chose to betray him since the day I became 

nothing else could illusturate the way my mouth talks

without any guidence from my mind

speaking fully,

what it needs to speak

with no fear of god