A Girl and Her God: was worship ever enough?

They told me they’d love me like a god 

Kneel at my altar 

Hang me up on their wall 

And refuse my every need 

They told me they’d worship me 

But was worship ever enough? 

There's an absolute sameness 

Between a girl and her god 

Because a girl’s anger is biblical 

She would scream her throat raw 

Praying to be believed 

There is something so holy 

In the way she rots 

In the way her faith grows teeth and bites 

Bites at everything she believes 

She bites into God 

She bites with all her rage 

With her mother’s rage 

With her grandmother’s rage 

A terrible, hereditary wrath 

A domestic anger