41st year

Im woke

In the clear

Seeing things fresh this year

I embark on my 41st year

I thought we were a dear

No I see just a play from the enemy to make me wither and tear

Yet I dont cry

I am woke from God the divine

I dont deserve

He heals all my hurt

I wonder how it could be

This miracle I see

While on the other side of the sea

Are Islamic men and other fools buying 13 and 12 your old girls

Raping up their bodies and stroking their cheeks like its sweet

Forcing her to give birth to what

A life its innocent but is it really heaven scent

I dont have the answers my friends

I cant help but feel sickened at the things I see

Mostly because I was so bind and weak

Loving him and enjoying him

Only to be tossed aside

While he smiles like nothing in the snow beside his wife

A cold m**********r, another kind of ice

I am no saint my angel wings cut off

I thought he was the B I was supposed to love

I fell from the sky in to the gleam of wicked eyes

Disguised as butterflies

Sent by the enemy to ruin me inside

I take responsibility for my part

Cupids dart embedded deeply in to my heart

Now i am woke

No longer in the dark

God kept on me like a stalking shadow

Biting, clinging, singing, whispering, holding me tight

While everything unraveled inside

Our one everlasting hope

I know he will be there for those girls

Protecting them from their enemies in their worlds

Its a new year

For fresh tears

Yet our wounds and our pain always disappears

If we keep the Holy Spirit near

I hope its not to late

I feel eternally ashamed

I am woke

there is so much to learn through eyes glistening forever with tears

a new hope

a new me

it only took me till the 41st year.