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Poetry: I Grew Up In Church

by S.M. Holland

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I grew up in church

But I wasn’t allowed to question

It was a form of oppression

I was told I was filled with aggression

They didn’t let me gain possession

Of my own destination

“The world is black and white.

There is right and wrong.

You will cause a secession,

If you continue with this indiscretion.”

Further I fell into depression

Mulling over this transgression

All because of a suggestion

Of me daring to use my own expression

“Do as we say, follow the narrow path,

Or your soul will decay.

You have no comprehension,

Please end this suppression.”

Still, I continued with this obsession

It isn’t a simple Sunday school lesson

No one said I didn’t need a check list for heaven

It’s a forgiveness that’s seventy times seven

It is a deep and intimate connection

The idea of accepting free protection

From this Holy man that shows great affection

It blows my mind that He calls me his possession

I was never taught I can hold His attention

But I grew up in church

Where I wasn’t allowed to question

It was a form of control and oppression

I was told I was filled with aggression

They didn’t let me gain possession

Of my own spiritual destination

 

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