A Message To Religion
You concour
You divide
Just cause I don't believe in what you believe in
I am percived as a "devil" in your eyes
I was raised to be a christian
But found my own path to follow
I have a problem with that you can't ask questions
You are just supposed to follow
Well i am Goddess
A Queen
A Spirtual Being
I have set my self religiously free
Because my God is not white
But a Black Beautiful Queen
And her self is ME
I will no longer bow on my knees
But I will stand tall and say my prayers out loud
And at the end I will no longer say amen but Melanin!
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