Get Over It

A poem by BM

(Note: I’m shockingly not bored.)

What am I?

Pagan, Wiccan, a Witch I reply.

Satan’s child, you hiss at me.

Think about how I feel.

You’re so proud of your church…

Polished pews, gleaming floors,

Ever thought of the history?

Of the blood spilt for your Christ?

We’ve hidden in the shadows,

Now we’re in the light,

We’ve walked behind you all this time.

Now we fight for our freedom.

Salvation of my soul you offer me.

Accept Jesus as my personal savior?

No thanks…

My soul doesn’t need saving.

The god and goddess have returned.

We’ve their backs and we’re staying strong.

We’re Pagans, Wiccans, and Witches…

And we’re not leaving.

So get over it.

Comments welcome. Please no flaming.