I wrote this poem when I was in pain after being deceived by a sista. There are many sister Mary Jane’s who will try to rob you of what you luv and value most. I have struggled so hard to not be bitter, The loss turned into damage that is hard to forget. I looked for a light to guide me back to feel safe. So I connected to God to help me forgive and find the strength to continue my destiny. I am so thankful for my enduring life .
The winds that sometimes take something we love, are the same that bring us something we learn to love. Therefore we should not cry about something that was taken from us, but, yes, love what we have been given. Because what is really ours is never gone forever.” ~BOB MARLEY
When you’re judged by a brothers feeble mind
He’ll take you to a place you will never find.
He thinks he knows what a womans about.
His gifts are wrapped with ribbons of doubt.
He opens you up, expressing his toys of care. Oh God help you! If he finds something rare. He’ll swallow your dreams expect a sacrifice of soul. Don’t cry baby, don’t scream, don’t question his control.
Why do you trust him with this precious stone? Your very heart, God claimed as his own. Past flaws carved by many hands that trembled. Inspected by a crowd of friends he assembled.
When he sees you broken, thats the key. It opens up a cage he made for free. ‘You deserve a medal, you passed the test.’ But he’ll compare you to all the rest.
He encouraged your lover with tainted perception. Told you you’re the reason for the deception. You’re not soft and inviting like whats her name. So you lost, its time to bare the shame.
He said ‘Jesus hung on a cross for all to see. Now its time for you to prove yourself to me.’ When you can’t,`Selfish’ will be your new name. He’ll call you a monster he couldn’t tame.
Jesus said Im not lost, Im found and not alone. I Ask God to hold my heart, A precious stone. He’s the only brother who understands. My flaws are beauty in his hands.
Jesus says ‘You are there, my sister, you are there.
Don’t despair, you are there.’
Mother Witch fed her three sons potions
mixed with prayers and herbs that were
collected from the forest of her childhood in Oz
Her son Scarecrow hung for all to see
Mother witches pride turned into crows that picked his brain away
Oz is where Scarecrow lives to follow Dorothy down the yellow brick road
There is no spell in Mother witches book to give scarecrow back his brain
Her son Tin-man was locked in time
Mother witches hope birthed many voices that crushed his heart
Oz is where Tin-man escaped from by following the munch-kin truth
There is no spell in Mother witches book that can give Tin-man back his heart
Her son Lion is hiding in the forest of Oz Mother witches wisdom became a tornado that scared him to run in fear Oz is where Lion holds onto his beautiful tail, He thinks his roar is invisible There is no spell in Mother witches book that can give lion back his courage
Mother witch melted away by her tears flowing down her face and body
leaving only her bones to remind her sons what her sin had taken
Heaven is what mother witch found for her sons to escape Oz
She sent angels to guide and protect them for the rest of there lives.
