When people ask me what is my religion …

When people ask me what is my religion,
all they want to know is who
won
between my Catholic mum
and my Muslim dad

It’s the oldest war in the world,
that in God’s name

And if I say the truth,
that there was nothing to win to begin with
because, cant’t you see?
It’s all the same,

then they call me confused, unrooted, lost, in-between

But if they only knew, how many nights I spent thinking of God, talking with God
But if they only knew, how many words of love I’ve written to God

And in the darkest nights,
when the sky barely holds its weight
well, in those nights I wished, with all myself,
I had a church, a mosque, a place of worship to call home

I wished I could curl up in the arms of a known God -
but my God is nameless, yet so full of love.

Next time you ask me what do I believe in,
put the weapons down for I will not partake in your war.
Too many have died already.

I was raised to love.