When you went to Catholic school, did you truly seek God or were you there by force? I ask because I seemed to be the only kid who wanted to be at church. The others said they believed but not enough to spend their free time seeking, knocking, and asking. You're right, this is probably only understood by a very small audience, maybe just me.

Wow really changes things. I honestly thought it was about being black. 

Now that you say, it is quite obvious if you know a bit about the bible. Didn't realize it was fanfic. Up to you if you want people to interpret it completely wrong, if you don't want that I would suggest your easter eggs turn nesting dolls. They seem unconnected and this is to someone that went to catholic school for 12 years. Do you want your message to resonate outside the faith?

Thanks. It's about Jesus. I really like that it doesn't end in gold. I also like layering meaning/putting in Easter eggs. 'twas might be my favorite part. Or maybe they'd've. I know it's a little out of place which makes it fit perfectly. It reminds me of the stone the builders rejected which became the chief cornerstone. Here, it's connecting knowledge and reality.

The they is those who tried to rig a game they didn't understand. Jesus didn't take the bet (he'd have been the only one to bet on seven), he showed them mercy knowing what the outcome would be. To them it was impossible. He forgave their ignorance hoping they'd see through his sacrifice. If they had, he'd never have had to come back. That's where the title ties in - a notice of the resurrection. And, of course, that the die landed on seven.

I appreciate the feedback. It's a lot of good advice. My poems are often intentionally seeped in multiple meanings, puzzles for those who like such things. Not everyone does. Personal

Great work! The title either goes over my head (no pun intended) or could be shortened to just the latter part. 

What a well-thought metaphor for an unfair disadvantage you express in this poem. Did you think about the rhyming a lot? There are some really good ones and of course, I would want to hear you read your piece to fully know how it will sound. 

To make the piece stronger (at least for a reader and not a listener) a line break after 'living in' maybe? But especially the last sentence loses a lot of it's strength by not ending in the rhyme of 'gold' 

Also: is the "they" of this last sentence the bad actors or the 'anyone'? It would change the meaning immensely: either realist or hopeful. And why is it 'anyone' and not the I-narrator? 

Last: " 'twas" seems the only archaic word in this poem, "it was" would not mess up the flow here for a reader and when you read it in public you can still pronounce it as the first.

This is so good.  Using a card game as the analogy, brilliant.  I picked up on the true story here with the shoot craps for the scraps of clothing.  (sounded familiar ;) ) My favorite section is them offering a chance to live with a 6 sided die, but a 7 must be rolled.  Very nice.  I loved this whole piece.   Thank you for writing it!


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Reminds me of a line from The Devil and Billy Markham. He had to roll a 13 to win. Good writing!

I'm outnumbered by scores of bad actors who specifically

hate my name. Hate my skin. Hate the world they are living in; mine.

Kangaroo courts and silent masses do their master's bidding.

They shoot craps over the scraps of my bloodied tattered clothing,

Mockingly, they offered me a chance; one die to spare my life.

Though six-sided, 'twas decided that a seven must be rolled.

They'd've lost all their gold had anyone taken the wager.

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Head's up, seven's up