Just as I am, really? Like you have no idea No concept, no notion Of where I have been And what I have done Just as I am, really? Like I don’t know the words Or when to stand and sit Or when to pray And what is prayer anyway? Just as I am, really? Like you people are all nice And you have the right clothes And the right shoes and notes For the collection and What is that for any way? Just as I am, really? I’m not clean, Not whiter than snow Not even off white or cream My history is disorder My present is chaos Who knows what the future will bring Just as I am, really? So just speak, just start The conversation with You And what do I say, s’pose Sorry for like everything Is a beginning of sorts innit But what if I have no words What if the words don’t come How will we talk How will you know No one inside knew What it took to walk in No one knew what was Going on inside My head, my tum, my heart But You did and You helped me I remember it so well You calmed me and took my hand You whispered into my ear and I spoke, not out my mouth But somehow miraculously from My heart to Yours And the clothes didn’t matter No not even the “prayer” The words tumbled out I sat in by the window And stared at the Cross Just as I am, really!