I would like a red carpet into Heaven for all that I’ve done,
A flying carpet into Heaven for all that I’ve done,
And when it’s hard in Heaven, and when I’m angry in Heaven,
I would like to sit in a cherry tree and eat and touch the clouds.
I may forgive you but I don’t forgive the God who, dressed up as my father, the devil,
Left me and I could not breathe.
He never explained it to me.
I would love to sit on a dewy cloud that sparkles,
I would weigh nothing, thirty pounds,
Just like I was three,
And I would love that when I forgive you,
You forgive me.
You can’t die in Heaven, but maybe you can understand for me.
I am not a vicious person
But I have been betrayed.
I am not a weak person
But I have been left out.
I am not a cruel person,
But I have been ashamed, so angels
Bear traumas that I cannot see.
I am not a liar,
But I may suspect.
Ugliness has found me,
Has left me in an alley gutter
Gasping for justice and finding dirty water, running free.
I am hurt.
You are too.
May we be friends?
I promise I won’t hurt you.
Just please do mind my hem,
And kiss it if you want to.
When sadness tries to do us in,
Know the kings of this world were always far worse than we.