Dear mother

I was five when you told me horrendous tales about forks and flames.....
My brain was infantile when you made me cram Bible names....
My windpipe was stenotic yet you shoved your beliefs down my throat....
You were too blinded to see that I was choking
You caused me too much trauma
I still get nightmares of the man with a head resemblant to that one of a goat...

Don't get me wrong, I believe in Hell and Heaven...
I'm a monotheist, you taught me about monotheism when I was seven...
But you're a bad teacher....
Instead of portraying God as palsy-walsy, you painted Him as a monstrous creature....
Sometimes I sit and ponder if indeed i revere the Lord or it's just fear.
Who wouldn't be terrified of being sent to inferno for being human?

Mommy you were too devoted to the church.
Too obsessed with turning me into a choir girl. ...