I tried holding my own hand and you could say it din’t go too well. At 17 I’m still shocked by the fact that no matter how you turn or squirm your hands it seems we always end back up in the same praying position forced onto us from a young age. Early morning indoctrination from age 14 til we’re adults and can barely break down our own opinions because holding our hands any other way implies a surrender of our salvation.
How can we hold hands with a nation when it’s impossible to even hold our own? How can you go around preaching to others when your own hands untwine to ball up into a fist the second you see the colors of the rainbow instead of your red, white, and blue hung outside of a house? Oh that’s right, you call it a prayer for the wicked, am I correct? My bad. I guess you’ll be there praying for me, hands balled in a fist, looking down from your heavenly mansion as I march down the stairs to hell: Holding hands, escorted by the devil himself. Hands holding my flag, raising it higher the lower I go.