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I Lift My Voice and Wail — a poem of lies and loss
A LaJemme
Sometimes I want to lift my voice and wail
To no avail: my roar is but a sigh.
I try and try to show you, but I fail.
Your holy grail my life to vilify.
You begged me to repent of wrong:
I don’t belong in your belief,
And in your grief you said you’d die
Unless I lied to you.
I told you what you wished to hear;
It may appear I lied to you,
But in your view I won’t achieve
A long reprieve from truth.
O how I wish I didn’t have to hide
Myself inside a dignified disguise,
But you’d despise, you would be horrified,
And petrified for my certain demise.
We’re building walls with words as bricks and nails,
Your love so frail you cannot see the lie.
Papa, goodbye. I lift my voice and wail
To no avail: my roar is but a sigh.
Esther learned to read when she was four years old, and began writing shortly thereafter. She is a Canadian queer Christian poet, crafting with words to create art and music.
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