My God

 by Isabella Zaliagiris


“Before I formed you in the womb,

I knew you,”

said my God.

We were all damaged but untouched-

managing to escape the corruption

We learned to clutch.

Like a car wash,

feeling it all

but coming out clean.

You took on the role of Gandhi

While I always knew

I was Charlie Sheen.

The shoulds of life hold me captive

As my tears come from a well of shame.

Inappropriate, gaudy, ridiculous–

But as for my God, He knows me by name.

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