Initiating Poetry Sequence

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This isn't a stream at all, but I thought the new title would cause people to click this thread and read it!

Instead of an end of course exam for my Spanish class, we were told to write a poem about something we had overcome. Ironically, it was allowed to be written in English. Before turning this deal in, I was wanting some constructive criticism on it :

The trouble started  after a book
A book, I might add, with a quite clever hook
A Brief History of Time by a mister Steve Hawkins
Less blasphemous than, say one by Rick Dawkins
My mother stood flabbergasted, gasping  in awe
This Big Bang book was the very last straw
Big Bang? Evolution? You believe in such trash?
My mother had asked me, and was rather brash
Unwilling to lie, I told her the truth 
But to her, my retort seemed rather uncouth
I tried as might to remain quite polite
But with my mom a disagreement always ends in a fight 
To her atheism was something right vile
And of course it was met with flat out denial
But Loretta Gillespie isn't known for her leniency 
As she tried to slap me when asking for decency 
To respect my opinion as a true human would
Which evidently, is not something she could
Alas I grabbed her hand, before she could hit me
And tried to leave the house oh ever so quickly 
And  by  my collar she dragged me back in
This, I thought, was when the fun would begin
A hypocrite, she called me, for attending youth sessions
However I told her, I was there for the lessons. 
While I lacked the belief in a giant sky fairy
The teachings themselves weren't so contrary 
The teachings of Christ, I myself had respected
If he had even existed, I then recollected. 
But the teachings of Mohammed and Buhda, I also praise
This Jesus Christ figure, isn't the only one to amaze
I'd attend a mosque or a temple, and attempt to converse
But unfortunately Dumas, Arkansas isn't exactly diverse
My father came home, and more yelling ensued
No matter what I could say, I was pretty much screwed
My mother sobbing, fearing damnation if I was to die
And it was the first time I had seen my dear father cry
My mom viewed my books with incredible scorn
"I'd rather it'd be a pile of porn"
She contemplated throwing them out
The fact that I bought them, was not in account
As I rebuked everyone of their comforting lies
They decided to send me to one who was wise 
Brought to my grandpa, so we could have a discussion
I hatched a plan to avoid repercussion.
I would still feign belief in their make believe god
And even today, I still keep this facade 
To tell a lie that would completely  eat away at my heart
Is worth keeping my family from tearing apart
Now if you plan to repeat this, I urge you to quit
Because if my parents find out again, I'm in some serious.....Trouble.

(The end is an obvious attempt to make it sounds as if I were going to say shit, for those who don't pick it up. In a room of high schoolers, a portion will find it hilarious.)