“Makeshift Jesus”

This poem is very “raw” and unpolished, I decided to post it that way. Hope you enjoy.


A woman called my name

and exclaimed, “What would you purchase with your life?!”

I promptly replied “An end to classism and menial strife.”

And with a snap of her finger I found myself resting in a cloud

peering down at the souls below whom indulged in privileges I was now disallowed.

I pitied them, I envied them… I loathed them.

But through it all I loved them because I was too selfless not to.

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