I want to cry

I want to cry

and rage

I want to mourn

alone

and

in a crowded room

I want to stand up

tall​​ 

against

the hate

I want to lie down

large

in the path

and

let them​​ 

walk around​​ 

me or​​ 

over me

I no longer​​ 

want to

pray

to

their​​ 

god​​ 

who is bankrupt

from blessing

them