I want to believe
But each and every morning
I wake up to the same me
Did God not hear my prayer?
I don’t mind so much
The graying hair and
The knees that ache
In wet and cold weather
I really don’t care that
I make less money than I should
All of that is irreverent
I just need to step out of my bed
And keep walking
Without looking back
Without a pained conscious
You see, I need an iron heart
And not this leaky one I went to bed with
I just asked for a small thing
I don’t use this vagina anyway
If God would just give me a penis
Then I could be like you
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