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I would like to share a poem I wrote a few years ago, but is so me. I came up with it when a very old woman came up to me on the side walk and said " Do you know you are going to hell?"
Laughing a little inside I said "No, why am I going to hell?"
"Because you have desecrated the lords temple with all your piercings and tattoos!" She looks so serious when she said this.
I said "I'm not desecrating, I'm decorating!" well that made her mad of course, and she stomped off. Later I wrote this:

You look at me that way

in disgust and disdain

I’m pierced and tattooed

I must be insane

But who are you to judge

when you kneel down and pray

Just because our beliefs are not the same

We are not so different you and I

for we are all the same when we die

This is nothing against religion, merely about judgment in general. Can't wait to share more of what I love and who I am.