Mercy

When we was little and did something wrong 
we usually got hurt and my momma would just
 wag her finger at me and insist it was god whoopin me
 and suppose that was enough (if we was lucky because        
 sometimes we'd cry and then more wasn't enough) 
and I don't know what I did wrong this time but 
I wish god would stop whoopin me to the point where I forget    
how nice it is to breathe and 
wonder why it is that my hands have decided to cease while 
I lose feeling in my feet the doctor insisted there was nothing 
wrong with me just seasonal allergy and 
nothing but something else inside me so I guess 
god is just gonna keep whoopin me until I figure out what I did 
wrong and 


why can't I breathe

Just something small and probably bad I wrote while my mind was racing still, didn't put that much effort into it so it won't break my heart if the answer is nothing but I did want to know what people got out of reading it. Thanks! 1 2