Shujaa

Futuristic lies,
As my eyes mentally untie,
The noose around my thighs.
What’s this?
Sweat begins to pool,
As I am used as a tool.
Taken aback I drool.
Gaze remains dead,
Flies gathering by my head.
As this concrete turns cold.
The spit thickening,
As I realize my time is ticking.
My skin is sticking,
From the layers of sweat.
From my neck to my back.

Pause.

Do I remember who I am?
Do I know where I am?
A child of God?
A child of God.

Limbs shiver and shake
As I realize I am not bate.
I am not a tool,
Or a fool..to be used as someone pawn
My bound legs send my body onto the lawn.
From heaven and earth.
I regain control of my rebirth.

Who am I?
Eyes swell up with tears,
As I regain my dignity.
I am a child of God.

My flesh may be broken,
but my soul is a token,
To be cherished of the moment,
When I realized my opponent,
Wasn’t as smart as they thought.
Wasn’t as tough as the thought.

They didn’t realize they were outmatched.

I am a warrior
for mankind and my Savior.

With every breath I take,
The realization hits me.

I am a warrior
For mankind and my Savior.

I am a child of God.

Reviews

[Michelle]

After a second time reading it, I like it more than the first. In the message I sent, I do agree with the changes, but the message does comes through. Very powerful! I've never been one to write poetry but I like to read it.