Evelyn Collins Poet Free verse

Hypocrite

Naseauted by the sermon,  
by their definition of love       
brush the taste of vomit off of my tongue.
Head screaming, sit in a pew.
"lord, the father. My heart belongs to you"                                   
assuring the assured, with their egos oh so tall.             
all the while assuring me I will fall.       
The screaming masses of bodies        
The adrenaline, running through everyone in an electric current.
The night before that sunday
So fun
Protesting the church                
Masked they stand, in clouds of tear gas and hate. Screaming about the right of man. No. She will marry her wife. 
No matter what these people say.       
The sunday school teacher,
Intoxicated enough to forget the next line in their group chant.                                                                                         Lord the father, my heart belongs to you.
Hypocrite. The word rings in her ears.

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Kalmiqaz Proliterate I October 30, 2016 at 9:57 PM Very nicely written, I can definitely identify with that, having had a similar church experience of my own. Keep it up!

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Phil Capitano October 18, 2016 at 1:58 PM Very interesting.