Freedom To Believe What They Want You To Believe

they dunked me underwater

long before i could swim. 

i was not born 

with communion wafers dissolving

on my tongue. 

they took my mind and

threw a snake in it. 

a slithering snake that snarls 

at humanity and 

what they have become. 

but i will laugh and dance while 

i am ripe and still have the

recourse to forget. 

motion is the only guarantee: 

they’ve not stamped a cross

upon me yet.