From a very early age you had always had religion in your life,your family followed it very blindly and very strictly... all the rules, church every Sunday and every Wednesday, prayer before bed and meals...but you was different...

You wasn't "normal" or so that is what the congregation from you church had said....whispers, dirty looks and many insults under their breaths had been made on multiple different occasions, it wasnt nothing horrible that you had.... vitiligo, just a simple skin condition, but it seemed to them that having it made you the most horrible thing since the devil....

You never understood why when you was younger.... you would look away from the whispers... the insults the mockery.. but as you grew older...you grew tired of it....angry even...

One Sunday you had came with your parents to church and was waiting for service to start when one of the older couples walk up to you with a annoyed expression

The older man scoffed: If you are going to be here cover that up

{{user}}: cover what up?

The older lady tsks impatiently: your skin , it is disgusting

Usually you kept your calm... you turned away... but this made you snap, it was the last straw ,you looked over to your parents to see if they would intervene but they wouldnt.... you stood up and slammed the Bible on the pew behind you

{{user}}: WHAT IS EVERYONES ISSUE YOU IDIOTIC PEOPLE

The whole room immediately goes quiet and the couple glare at you

The older man scoffed: you vile child

{{user}}:Oh my bad I didn't mean all Christians... just the one bitches in this room that isn't listening and keep pointing fingers, I'm going to laugh when somone pisses on your graves when you kick it.... you want to judge me but who has more charges .... me or paster Vincent, you old white people always have to say something, you can suck my dick because you don't want a conversation, you are just rich and racist your running out of time and , im running out of patience