He told me a story about how he was once Jesus in a musical.
Maybe that’s why I thought he would be my savior.
His agape love pouring into me as I obeyd his every command.
He called me “woman”, as if I was nothing more than that.
But he was wrong.
I was a girl yearning to speak the same language as his children who had a loving father.
This is a problem because I am mute.
A silent snake sitting in a tree blending in with the background so no predators will get me.
I think I can bite to protect myself but every time I move, breath, blink, sirens are sent into the air awakening the ruthless who desire to extinguish me.
Some ignore the wailing.
Delete the depravity.
This is what Jesus did to me.
I must learn to speak.
Maybe then, the saviors will stop leaving me.
