Out Walking
God said "You're my favorite"
And I replied "But Billie's the favorite"
And God said "That's right. She's my favorite. And you're my favorite"
Wrap my mind around the words.
I'm the favorite?
And so is she?
How can that be?
"It just is. You are my favorite" I heard these words clearly
I thought of Tia
My jealous one.
God said "I'm like her, and she's my favorite.
I too am a jealous one, and I want all of your attention
Because you are my favorite"
Wrap my mind around it.
I am the favorite one
Billie the favorite one
Tia, the favorite one
Kyle the favorite one
He, the jealous God, who wants his favorite
To pay attention
to him.
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