My blessed rosary is pink
and is the one that Mother Mary has chosen for me.
.
Before my wake
Itchy skin comes my way
and Mary says that the negative spirits are angry
they're scheming,
because I accept her love and guidance,
and want me torn down like my mother's compliance.
.
Femininity and sweet
that is why Mother Mary chose my rosary to be pink;
this is a new era for me
where the dark feminine cannot undermine
angel wings that hug me tight.
.
The purity that my veins feel
as the priest blesses my holy item,
is very real ----
.
God has accepted me,
he waited patiently,
as I am becoming the messenger he needs.
.
I face Mother Mary:
she's all spine and steel,
I see that she is real
and protects my aura shield.
.
I accept her decadence,
All that I want is acceptance.
.
I am just God's child
who is rediscovering herself,
after her mother left, untrimmed,
and rehearses her rotten hymn.
.
The rehearsal dinner cycles again
Dahlia closes her ends
and doesn't sharpen her edges.
.
Rather than confront her pain,
She digs holes and frames the game
and makes others feel her shame.
.
My rosary is pink,
like my rosy cheeks,
femininity and creativity,
no one can shame me.
.
This is not my disguise,
just my faith,
where I see that the spiritual world can hate.
.
I have found my armor,
Now, Dahlia cannot wander
and keep me bound,
I follow the savior, now.
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(The masquerade dance is now joining into their newest choreography
---- the Pantomine dance.
The demon has my mother as her puppet.
Here, I watch and don't join,
I am not her pantomime
or one she can manipulate.)