If I were an Angel

𝓱𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱

if we were angels,

we'd spread our wings

and fly far away,

feathers falling off.

 

rip the pins from my hair,

and rip my tights

and rip my clothes off

and rip me apart.

 

if I were an angel,

perhaps God would accept me,

but his children are rejects

and the adversary is prettier,

and has a place for me

in hell.

  • Author: 𝓱𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 15th, 2025 21:16
  • Comment from author about the poem: I was part of a discussion today on being teachable, and what that meant. I said that I felt it was something I needed to work on because I'm selfish (as we all inherently are) and prideful, and am often not open to interpretation. Admitting that to a group of people I'm not particularly close with sat me face to face with my own humanity, as it was a thought I don't consciously present myself with.
  • Category: Religion
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  • sorenbarrett

    A most interesting perspective that I enjoyed. I think that being an angel is a matter of perspective. What is an angel to one is a devil to another. The victor imposes their god on the vanquished. Very creative.



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