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C’mon, What Do You Believe? 

I am not a Christian atheist and never was, 
Although I did adopt it sometimes to get by, 
‘Cos my parents objected to my articulation, 
Smooth, fluent, of the bible’s progressive cry. 

I did not read it like that intelligently, wangling, 
I never wanted to find coherency or vitality, 
By reading anything atheistically you imbue, 
What the authors intend you to understand. 

Understanding only has one serious level, 
And that's the historical contextualisation done,
Because inserting the god meme into any book, 
Reveals the real social character’s interactions. 

Did my mum really classify me back then? 
A distant Christian, as long as I prayed at times? 
Offered fame, freedom and perhaps male care, 
But I rejected all that for the pen and creativity. 

My dad just looked at me and said that in life,
“Well, you'll be unhappy then Rhoda.” Final word, 
The social work respected born again Suselle, 
Who said no care neglect was going on in church. 

Suselle was a social worker, had condition MND, 
So to be credible the boss had to listen to her, 
Not the child and teen who was without a toiletter,
When mum left for the bible study, it was her joy. 

My footswitch device which I type with and mouse, 
Looks very different from keyboard use, dexterity, 
It's such a severe spectacle, allowed my parents, 
To say that i was severe CP, could not express.  

But my classmates saw me as very able indeed, 
At school, college and Uni, so I know that mum, 
Who claimed the Adult Support and Protection Act, 
For herself, was invalid. They loved me much. 

The Adult Support and Protection Act of 2007,
Says a vulnerable (disabled etc) person suffers, 
If they are being adversely influenced by another, 
And my mum claimed that I was vulnerable. 

The Care Act 2014 requires carers to support,
Disabled people to interact with their families, 
Although beliefs are mentioned, I hated this, 
A ticket to carers, social workers, to ignore me. 

I am an atheist, and I wished to leave my mum, 
And my dad, normally, seeing them occasionally, 
But no, my parents insisted that if I left them, 
They’d visit me every day? Atheist and Christian. 

A disabled atheist can't congress with a Christian, 
Be assisted, helped by them and prosper mentally, 
So when you read the Care Act 2014 do make room, 
For disabled atheist kids who dislike their parents. 

You see, it's Mary and Joseph, not Mary and god. 
Mary had sex with Joseph, not god. Fusion.
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