Fellowship

I used to go every week get really involved

But I got less enjoyment as the church evolved

I used to listen to the Rabi and get excited

I used to dance in the front and feel delighted

 

Then the youth became distant

And I began to feel resistant

I felt left out of all of the clicks

Constantly judged by caddy chicks

 

Every time I came there would be a new task

Sometimes they would tell me instead of ask

Can you write the Purim Play?  

What am I supposed to say?

 

I am a writer that’s what I do;

If I don’t then who?

So I accept the assignment so I can keep a tradition

Hoping to somehow see their vision

 

The youth leader speaks and I feel patronized

The clicks form and I feel ostracized

I don’t say a ting for I would be judged

But I don’t want to go I’m not feeling loved

 

I get a critique the play isn’t Wright

I don’t have their vision their same insight

Instead of appreciated I feel used

I feel exhausted instead of renewed

 

Coming to fellowship we should feel refreshed

Not oppressed and distressed

I am tiring my best to hold on to this group

But sometimes I just feel out of the loop

 

So many people have left because of a man

I don’t want to associated with his band

But I don’t know if it is right for me to stay

I no longer feel connected in the same way

 

I feel as though I simply don’t have the time

I just no longer enjoy it; is that a crime?

I just feel like a day of rest should feel that way

I like God but I’d rather not go, and instead just pray.

I used to go every week get really involved

But I got less enjoyment as the church evolved

 

This poem is about: 
My community

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