One day, I felt like God fell out of love with me,
Like my prayers came back void
Because my body was soiled and tampered with.
One day I really thought that God stopped loving me.
Like I was praying for no reason
Because my temple wasn't only His.
That day I cursed Him
And cursed myself
And cursed life
And cursed every girl who was 18 and hadn't been pregnant twice.
That day I almost gave up.
One day, I just knew that God quit loving me.
