Creation 1

Sometimes I ask God questions

Sometimes I complain

Sometimes I say, God, why do you cause so much pain

Then I think to myself, I don’t believe in that fool

He’s nothing but a lie, who people look up to

If God were real, then why did Sara die

An innocent girl that was ripped up inside

Why did he leave her to suffer in silence

From the angry backlash of her boyfriend’s hand

And through relentless days of pain and torture

Everyday we stood at the same bus stop

As her shirt would reveal another scratch and bruise

Her gaze always down as if it was me

She’d grab her rosary and say a prayer, holding it tight, as if god were there

But where was he, when her skin turned purple

Or when she felt the backlash of strong man’s hand

Now, it took me a while to understand the truth

As everyday she would come to the bus stop

Her stomach, rounder, eyes filled with great hope

It saddened me to see

A girl of only fourteen

Happy to be changing her life

For a baby conceived from of anger and strife

As the months went by and her belly got big

You could see the look in her eyes

She wasn’t ready for a kid

Now, there came a time, where I’d help her up the stairs

Her backpack too heavy, her stomach attracting stares

So she dropped out of school, and I never saw her again

But only to hear, she hemorrhaged and died

But understanding that her pregnancy was completely fine

So I ask God this question

If you are real

Why did you let two innocents die

From a man who tortured both these beautiful lives?