Jordan Adorno Poet Bio

God?

Oh my God, they raised me to believe in you.
Oh my God, who was more devout than I?
Oh my God, I absorbed you and your mother, too.

Oh my God, even as I knew I was gay I pretended.
Oh my God, they told me you hate me but my faith never ended.
Oh my God, as I began adolescence, family figures made sure my adoration for 
you would never falter.

Oh my God, despair creeped in and you slipped away.
Oh my God, knowledge poured in, and I had plenty to say.
Oh my God, I realized a book crafted by men could never be perfect; from the truth 
it would stray.

Oh my God, as I grow into a man I've assessed my feelings.
Oh my God, my abundance of hatred began to go with all its dirty dealing
Oh my God, isn't it true essentially I know you're there?

Oh my God, now I've got inspiration from a pure woman of intuition and truth.
Oh my God, many opinions I've heard, and to my own conclusions I've come.
Oh my God, somehow I know you're good; the lies of hell make me numb.

Oh my God, is it the woman in you I pray to a coincidence of faith or real?
Oh my God, it seems to matters only I ask her for good; for a good day or 
when I'm hungry, a meal.
Oh my God, is it the man in you I know keeps me  firm and brave?

Oh my God, someday I'll know all!

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