Apr
17
Pure soft feet walking on a charcoal path,
My toes grasp like monkey claws holdin onto the destination.
In the beginning my young heart ticked to a rap song of no fear.
My mind a balloon wanting to live in the clouds with God.
My Dancing feet are steppin up to be a real human girl.
While music moves many feet to join my celebration of life.
Tired feet arrive to the stone doorstep again and again,
I am chased by disgusting whispers that tickle my blackened toes.
On the closed door I found a written lesson on how to fix my soul.
It said Knock and the door will be opened, seek and yu shall find
My Dirty feet in shoes given to me to walk with my brother.
I don’t take them off anymore because he said my feet stink.
Old feet cut off by axes held by the hands of judges.
They said I’m too dirty to touch, and only Jesus washes feet.
I don’t feel the ground so I think I can reach the sky.
Im getting closer everyday to live in the clouds, oh, so high.