Imperfection

The smell of dust is beautiful to me,

The cycles of the desert I understand. 

I never thought there was more to see

Than crosses, cacti, and forceful hands.

I had no knowledge of evolution

Nor understanding of of humanity, 

Outside of sin and demonic revolution,

And that I should die for Christianity.

I spent the day in the mountains instead

Runnig from the fear of impercetion.

That passion for the world came to a head

When I pursued that...

Rather than the Christian Nation.

My revolt brought hate and anger

From those who loved and cherished me.

The pain was so much deeper

Than I had anticipated it to be.

The chair they used was sturdy,

The bible they used was weathered.

The rope they used was hurting,

Yet I remained unfettered.

I knew I'd carried no evil

Despite what they said to me.

This event may seem so terrible

But it gave me the push to be free.

You find me now at an institution

Earning my family's first degree.

Because I accepted my "imperfection"

I can finally be me.