1 Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High
will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.[a]
2 I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress,
my God, in whom I trust.”
3 Surely he will save you
from the fowler’s snare
and from the deadly pestilence.
4 He will cover you with his feathers,
and under his wings you will find refuge;
his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
5 You will not fear the terror of night,
nor the arrow that flies by day,
6 nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,
nor the plague that destroys at midday.
7 A thousand may fall at your side,
ten thousand at your right hand,
but it will not come near you.
8 You will only observe with your eyes
and see the punishment of the wicked.
9 If you say, “The Lord is my refuge,”
and you make the Most High your dwelling,
10 no harm will overtake you,
no disaster will come near your tent.
11 For he will command his angels concerning you
to guard you in all your ways;
12 they will lift you up in their hands,
so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
13 You will tread on the lion and the cobra;
you will trample the great lion and the serpent.
14 “Because he[b] loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him;
I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.
15 He will call on me, and I will answer him;
I will be with him in trouble,
I will deliver him and honor him.
16 With long life I will satisfy him
and show him my salvation.”
Hey friends in Jesus 🙂
Hope you’re good – I have been better.
Below more of my pain and struggle expressed through poetry. If I am insane for expressing the below – then I do not want to be sane. I’m prepared to be chained in hospitals to fight this war. Once dumbed down by medics – someone else will finish what I started.
Aluta Continua – the struggle continues!
Yo Tshepiso – dear witchcraft loving bugaboo
Guess what strangely contradictory word rhymes with thirty two??
School? Nah, fuel? Nah, spew? Nah – the word I’m looking for is curfew!
At thirty two I have a curfew – done with school but I have no fuel so this bile I spew!
I get my black don’t crack – could pass for a school kid
Being a statutory rapist and all – you could fish me out that pit
But you’d have to get past my parents – since I’m about fifteen in this skit
Yeah it’s a theatrical production my life – a round of applause to the cast in it
You won’t leave me alone with your dingy korobela – so allow me to poop your party
Your rowdy and unruly master plan to statutorily rape a teenage girl so sunny
First of all – wear your goggles you creep – thirty two is not my age, no hardly
I am fifteen years old, living at home under strict parenting or undercover hubby
That means that your dreams of sleeping with me will at most be met with my prison bars
I cannot move a single inch left or right – so to get to me you’d have to break that glass
If at all strange creep you can shatter my cell – you’d have to pretend that you have no scars
That means faking that you think I’m of age and thus sexable – guiltless of a pedophilic past
Once you prosper then to shatter my parental imprisonment and fake that I am thirty two
Using all your lame sorcery – your various spells and multiple gargantuan loose screws
An incantation or two – buy for me a doll to pierce with needles with all your voodoo
You can then finally take the body of a fifteen year old and put her through pregnancy school
Yeah – that’s your main aim right? To put a baby in my stomach to destroy something of me
But did you take into consideration that teenage pregnancy is taboo in society?
Or right – you’re already a hit and run dad with two other kids you bred but don’t feed
So I guess you’ll manage to hit it and quit it with me once your seed is planted alongside your disease
Yo – sore loser dead beat dad – how many times must a Christian woman keep dissing you?
Nasty rapist – get out of my hair with your Freddy Kruger stare and demonic fuel
While your Nightmare on Elm Street may snatch sleeping teens – recall that I in particular by Christ am schooled!
No one touches my body – ESPECIALLY not some pedophile with no regard for rules!
You’re probably scratching your dumb brain full of nothing but demonic puss
Wondering what I am talking about being a fifteen year old under your lust
Loser – take a look around!! Have a look at my life and what’s happened in years past
I have been broken and shattered though being innocent until I was frozen in a teenage cast!!!
While chronologically I’ve seen thirty two years – persecution put me in a time machine
A bunch of unruly jealous human creatures ripped my progress and made it lean
Now after two years – the brutal carnage of my education, career and life has screamed
Leaving nothing but the tragic loss of a genius in the green flames of violently abusive queens
Now after all the crowds have departed from my funeral – left am I to mourn 17 years of my life
The remnants of my pain left at the cemetery gawk at my ghost returned to haunt my strife
Everything I have done the past 17 years fill my memory like a hologram – dark as the night
Through idiots like you who love their witchcraft – a heavyweight has been made featherlight
Thick with wisdom, experience and integrity – yet empty wild animals desecrated my girth
Now today there’s a TWO year hole in my CV making it look like I have no professional worth
With no job, or even hope of getting one and empty pockets – I live a life unable even to search
Fostered so I have food and shelter – but like a foster kid I must hustle my life to nurse
So you erect measly rat – the woman you want to tarnish is on house arrest as a teen
Arrested by the fact of her poverty, need for shelter and food – it doesn’t matter what she’s seen
Like a teen she has a curfew – must sleep by a certain hour and with no money I can’t screen
Screen prospects for a better future – hustling Wifi to deliver the spoken Word of a godly queen!
I am therefore like a teenager under very strict parents who won’t let me barge nor move
Self educating too – hardworking with no reward – any sudden movements can get me removed
Responsible too – so I’m not desperate to escape my form of prison via sugar daddy fools
Thankful to God for protection from idiots and therefore happy to obey even oddly made rules
Any loose canon of an idiot with a pedophilic stare into my life will therefore be faced with that
The fact that while they may not be perfect – I have a family who currently function as my hat
A covering from sickly penises of pedophiles who peruse me like trash as dumpster rats
A foster kid is not homeless – I’m we’ll behaved and thus not available as your little sex brat
The only reason you seedy stalker you even feel empowered to have me is because I’m weak
The kind of man to spike a woman’s drink so you can have her body when her energy’s meek
You’ve done everything in your power Tshepiso to numb my strength so your penis can be thick
A loser of monumental proportions that I will never respect – neither would I have ever picked!!
But like I noted in the last poetry I did – you’re a collective Tshepiso of many black men
I am a typically very strong black woman – our financial independence is your lions den
You feel emasculated by the very fact of our solidity- despite not disrespecting your stem
Therefore a black woman’s independence is in and of itself disruptive to a bother’s hem
Did you hear what I said? A black woman does not have to open her mouth with a comment
By merely existing with a strong core, intelligence perhaps independence- she’ll lament
She’ll be punished by brothers while she smiles and loves them, extremely kind they’ll still hate
This because wholesomeness- goodness in a black women, strangely black men can’t tolerate
You therefore find these thick black men full of girth with wimpy women that can’t do jack!!
With them not because they love them – but because they’re more likely to help them slack
That coupled with the fact that they don’t build nor challenge them – fit only for the sack
The result then are these silly marital pairings where Adam leaves Eve for chick so WACK!!
Eve is a helper suitable – she MUST be strong, but her strength is Black Adams issue
So Adam goes for Delilah – black man built to be Sampson weakened by a power misused
Always captured by spiritual whores who love witchcraft and betrayal so their egos won’t bruise
Falling into traps that stroke their lust, and over time lose their power for Delilah was used!!
Delilah is cunning – she is aware that black men LOVE a weak little woman dripping lust
To disarm him – she hisses seduction, stroking his ego while she lies to BUST
Bust the secret to his power – this so she can eventually hand him over to be crushed
You then find a broken black man after a seedy gold digger has walked by – he dies so FAST!!
In Proverbs 5 – it’s written that her feet go down to death! Those who enter her never come out!
Black men have a world of Philistines unable to defeat their strength turn to Delilah’s clout!
Weakened always by seedy women and a severe abuse of their good women makes them foul!
Once their hair is cut and their eyes plucked out – in weakness and shame they finally speak out!
Tshepiso Mohapi you went for Delilah-for Jezebel who drowns Ahab and she CUT YOUR HAIR!!
Now today your bitterness attempts to dismember the Eve you passed up who for you cared!!
Your Delilah was not weak – no black woman is – she was just a Jezebel, poison she fed
She made herself SEEM like your perfect queen, docile and quiet – while at Satan she stared
That’s how a Jezebel in the black community functions- it’s not that she’s weak NO!
She’s also strong but in the most manipulatively wicked way – capitalizing on misogyny’s flaws
She pretends to be weak,dumb and the way black men like us – then after the wedding she draws
Out her fangs, a dripping tap, controlling- with witchcraft she’s rolling putting salt on the black man’s sores!
Usually a “church” girl – appearance of spirituality- but the witch loves sorcery- she ain’t saved
Serves in the ministry – perhaps Sunday school – but the woman dances in demon’s caves
Feeds him witchcraft day and night – in her hands he begins to fall into a daze
Eventually he caves – no love makes him a slave to lusting after his Eve that he put in a grave!
So booger Tshepiso now sees his mistakes and as Eve made a teen – he wants to mate
But how can I mate with a man whose made Delilah his demise – his wife despite being fake?
I cannot accommodate that for while I may be Eve – I conclude that my Adam is already made
Thus Tshepiso can’t be my Adam – only a Nabal who lost Abigail. Tshepiso it’s too late!
But you won’t leave me alone – I keep coming back to preach the same frustration
If it will not do anything to fend you off Tshepiso- it will give other black men an explanation
It will help them see that passing up a Karabo for a Delilah or a Jezebel hurts entire nations
This because it strips a man’s mission down to nothing for he posted the wrong helper at his station
Created trend of black men marrying witches – then trying to bank their rider die by pregnancy
While some women of the world may accept that dude – I’m in Christ and propel his legacy
One – I am like a child now so no thanks geyser, Two- I’m chaste and lastly my poverty means stagnancy
How in the world do you fathom I can be a mother when I’m imprisoned by poverty? Respect my chastity!!
We get that you’re silly – you’re like Lil-Wayne – you properly rap about a “baby-mama” type
Looking at me and my virtue in Christ and have wild imaginations while smoking a pipe!
Picturing what a perfect step mother I’d be to your abandoned kids – and another on the way
This despite having an entire wife – plus a disease in your body – yet your wild dreams stay!!
Chill out booger with your long term sorcery – you’ll NEVER touch my body -to me you’re scary
If you insist- by all means, wait outside your cauldron while you watch me get married
You’re right Lil-Wayne – I am the baby-mama type, but to a godly husband ONLY
You missed that bus and while you stay bitter- I have stopped caring that you’re wed but lonely
You’re a gangrenous strand in the black community and there are more of you out there
While I am yet to meet a different black man – I will not lose hope in finding one that’s rare
A man that will resist Delilah – avoid Jezebel because on Jesus he kept his stare
That is the man I prayed to God for- one who knows that Eve is strong and a helper fair
Thus while stalker dude I may be frustrated by the teenager I have become – Jesus I hold dear
I recognize that my curfew at thirty two is rather a disguised protection from a pedophile near
I will rise and be grander than I was before-and the memory of my lost 17years will again be clear
But before I can get there – I have to shed you Tshepiso Mohapi who intends to spend his life on my precious rear!
I have been placed in this strange spot – GET THAT – for the sole purpose of finishing you off
You imagined the return to my family would kill me – it’s rather your ultimate block
I spend my days lamenting over your obsession and through poetry cry to the Rock
He answered me by giving my family totalitarian power over me – a chunky LOCK!!
With this lock I am closed behind frustrating bars that have a bitter sweet effect
I want to move and run – my freedom to be won – but in it all your penis is erect!
I therefore look at what seems like my defeated life and in it see your deep frustration as a fact!
The lack of people in my life was your biggest weapon Tshepiso- now you’re bereft!!
All things work together for the good of them who love the LORD and called for His purpose
What you considered the “handling” of me through your witchcraft to return me home rather rose
A shield of protection around me from you – one that is solid upon which you can’t impose
Your wretchedness and destruction- your lust that’s your unction- my poetry and your prose
Goodbye Tshepiso – yours is a finished book yet you keep reading the very last chapter
My broken heart was your lantern- made you feel like your occult ways were a skilled sculptor
Yet in the end they shattered your life – made you lose everything to a demonic phantom
It does not have to end like this for you – Christ can make your story glorious if you let Him
I pray you repent – I’d hate to see you burn- but your bitter stubbornness is your hunter
You made a woman that once adored you hate you – that should lead you to Christ for it shows you’re under
But should you refuse His aid – know that your continued rampage will with haste be sent asunder
God Almighty is haughty and powerful- He will shatter you if penitence is not your alter
Dude been dancing and singing, rhyming and bringing you the gospel for two years straight!
Now I’m doing the same thing – except you’re an inhabitant of Sodom and it’s much too late!
So as Lot I’m fleeing, while fire and brimstone pours on your life leaving you with no debate
For the gates of grace have now closed on you – in my life anyway you have sealed your fate
“I care – I know you don’t care too much – But still care!” Wore out that Beyoncé song for you!
My grief meant nothing for your exhaustive greed laced with brutal misogyny- now I douse the fuel
Pouring it over your naked body that the scorching flames of hell may your body consume!
Thin line between love and hate -I died for you and now I am killing you after being exhumed!
I sang If I were a boy even just for a day – I’d roll out of bed in the morning and bewitch my love
Drink blood with my lies – then chase after girls I use to make her jealous while from love her I starve
I’m hot so I could get with who I wanted – voodoo too for stubborn vaginas I want to carve
But you’re just a boy – and I am a woman- so like an unruly delinquent I lock you behind deserved bars
The pain of my struggle with the black household – building murder through social conditioning
A killer has been groomed into my heart through the creation of Tshepiso – a snake slithering
A man who from birth was destined to become a beast through a machine of conscience laundering
Black people are put through harshness from birth where their love is washed out through suffering
Then Statistics SA has the audacity to publish apparent “facts” that Orange is the new black!
Stating that based on numbers in the state prison- black people are the most criminally WACK
Yet look at Karabo – a good girl now with a knife dripping the blood of a man that made her crack!
A man groomed FROM BIRTH to make Karabo crack – then white supremacy says see??? “ORANGE IS THE NEW BLACK!!”
Been preaching the same lament – but black people won’t rise – Especially Peeta in the Hunger Games!
A man conditioned by a system to eventually kill his queen – then himself burn in flames
But the queen is always stronger because women are thicker emotionally and thus not easily tamed
Thus after Peeta is dumbed down by oppressive chains – he tries to kill Katniss to gain his fame
The strength of Katniss – or in this case Blackniss- is ripe so she ends up obliterating him
This because she ALWAYS gets the point that the enemy is OUT THERE – not WITHIN!!
Thus while she stands on the truth – Peeta aka Blackdude – remains aloof and conscience thin
Then Blackniss spends her life trying to wake him from death – until she herself gets filled with sin!!
The sins that come with anger and bitterness of patiently and selflessly serving a zombie idiot
In the black household then you find a once good girl turned savage and slays the idiot
She then goes to become a cold mother – ever breathing fire to the children of an absent idiot
Who wonders the streets as a man once glorious- but now fallen because he stayed an idiot
Tshepiso is my exemplary zombie idiot created in a white supremacist laboratory to turn out WACK
To turn out as a “typical” black man – dead beat dad and husband who ends up in a shack
“Typical” is this black man – for the hypothesis tested in the lab is called “Orange is the new black”
Therefore variables adjusted to yield this typical black man are emasculation through racism, with the constant being the color black!
So Tshepiso is a successfully completed laboratory experiment under white supremacy
He hated his love – smashing her with sorcery, degradation and abuse to make of her heresy
After years of loving a lab rat- she turned cold longing for his utter destruction and planned his tragedy
From here Tshepiso is bound to end up nothing – after divorce the rest of his life will be spent in travesty
The black man’s life is therefore hypothesized to be fruitless like that of Solomon Grundy
From birth to death he followed a predictable trend – then created a theory of dying a nobody
This despite being full of talent- a genius – but he fills his life like a cadaver – a cold lifeless body
Born, christened, married, got ill, got worse, died, burried – Black man’s life is Solomon Grundy
I however have different hopes not just for me – but for my brothers
That while we are hypothesized to end up in orange or bitter or cold – we’ll decline those orders
Pavlov conditioned dogs to salivate in the absence of meat – just a bell ring – that floors us!!
But Pavlov conditioned DOGS – we are not dogs – WAKE UP and resist those orders!!
I believe upon a God who can enable an animal like Tshepiso to be human again
I however know that in any revolution there’ll always be traitors who love carrying the stain
I am not looking to Tshepiso to repent – through his folly I hope to expose our pain
He’s perhaps a martyr- a monument for others- whatever he is has been injected into our veins!!
Our sons eventually become like Tshepiso while our daughters become like me
Romeo and Juliet is the end of true lovers in the black community!!
Not allowed to fall in love – only within illegal systems procreate and spread disease!
Thus while I may get that our pain is historical – through prayer and unity we can finally be freed!
The abolition of slavery and regimes like apartheid only theoretically freed us
But look around black people! They don’t only control us commercially- but our homes are puss!!
Dictating all the way down to who we marry based on what will most theorize their hypothetical mast!!
By creating conditions in our lives that perpetuate poverty – we’re thrust into the hunger games and watched who will last!!
So to connect based on love is groomed in us as irresponsible since love will not pay bills
It’s all about food, about what we need to get it and the scraps we have dictate our pills
The pills we take to make our hunger better – like marrying a woman with a job and skills
Whether or not she gives you butterflies doesn’t matter – at the end of the day she helps pay the bills
Anyone at all then in the black community who does not have a job is deemed useless
Thus created beasts in the Hunger Games kill them or treat them like a measly pest
Whether or not they’re gifted is of no essence- potential to rise is not even considered to rest
Thus other tributes brutally kill you to increase their potential to survive- through it they pass a test
Black people thus easily trade with each others lives like commodities on the stock exchange
Buying and selling each other based on what they consider value and a hunger range
Someone like me who is completely hungry – is either deliberately killed or left to die a death strange
Flames I have seen since 2014 – how overnight my job loss made me like Sarah Bartman on a stage
Greater is He who is in me – than He who is in the world – to a king I was born
Belonging to Jesus – I ain’t in no Hunger Games Arena – from it I’ve been torn!!
But dead masses in the black community don’t see me as a watchman- I’ve been sent to warn
They see me rather as a target-a hungry tribute in the arena and so by them I’m sworn
I however trust God to keep me strong – for He can see that daily my muscles wither
Stalked by one tribute, neglected by others still- I will not allow Satan to slither
An army is necessary- revolution important- but created sleeping savages draw to Satan hither
Thus if the dying refuse to live – how many times must Ezekiel a warning deliver?
Beastly men and women allow themselves to be animalized refusing the help of God
Looking at me like a weak little fluff chicken woman creature – who is she to tell us of this fraud?
God chooses the foolish things of the world to shame the wise – the weak to shame the strong
Thus I will trust Him to effect something despite their attempts to bury my voice from song
Father in the Name of Jesus – heal my abusers – my people, my devastating wounds
I am feeling stranded, trapped and forgotten- every door I open I’ve been refused
Freedom please give me – my power do restore for my poverty keeps them all amused
A bark with no bite-they mock me with that plight -give me teeth LORD to get them bruised!
Free as a bird – yet I have been encircled in a cage – twitchy lest I should move suddenly and offend
Told when to sleep, next I’ll be told to hold my sneeze lest I should be too loud and peace mend
Thirty two years old with a strange curfew – even as a real teen to bed I was not sent
A prisoner by default coz I dared to stand for a cause – Steve Biko and I would make good friends
Handled I apparently am, but I have something that Tshepiso and the rest cannot steal
FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION- propaganda, oratory and a mind for days to fight their seed
Thank God it is 2017 – a walk to the store grants me internet to post my blogs and read
Two legs, good health and exercise makes sure my empty tank of gas won’t kill my speed
Not sure what my enemies hoped to achieve – sitting around with nothing to do and merely rest
In the certainty of my destruction while watching people go to work and school while I roam like a pest?
Using what I have with the bare minimum- I also will work and study then on the Internet
So while they rush to make their nine to fives that keep them alive – I will also stay alive through my blog as a quest
Vast with talent- a brain, energy, gifting- this cell makes me feel like packaged dynamite
Mine is to explode – a weapon of mass destruction – yet I have people trying to keep me polite
It’s like taking a struggle leader into prison and expecting them to die in their hope and fight
What prison rather does for him is HIGHLIGHT an even greater desire to destroy the regime that keeps claiming their lives!!
A right to a freedom of expression – to life, to dignity to make a living are all in my basket
Yet I am expected to sit around jolly as I rot in a shallow grave tucked in an oxygenated casket
In the absence of my reach to the world – I will eventually die from a broken heart
All while collecting dust under folk who are apathetic that they’ve given a grown woman a teenage start
I did not study for years neither was I born with a genius mind to perform menial domestic work
While I may understand the ambitions of my enemies are haughty- I will never in such a state lurk
I however understand that this wrongful imprisonment is in Christ right for now to shave a jerk
I thus sit out chains that don’t make sense while I wait on I don’t know masked as a perk!
There is nothing more frustrating than being full of fire and being told to keep it tame -cool down
It’s like being placed in an elementary class of mathematics while wearing Pythagorus’ gown
Entire mathematical theorems are named after you – yet you’re made to sit out fifth grade as a clown
I am frying in this stupidity- thus for wild animals to fathom my stillness is ambitious and dull as brown
But I sit this rubbish out because it’s better than having to deal with a hovering ghost penis
That coupled with the fact that I have no choice!! Some brethren adore to help others freeze us!
Thus while I remain stationary collecting dust – with patience and long-suffering I’ll wait on Jesus!
He knows my frustrations are deep – but He gives wisdom – through it He will ultimately free us!
If I have been blocked from work, money, independence- just to live I will eat my own brain
Suicide is inevitable in the life that’s been created for me – if I don’t MAKE work, I will surely be slain
Thus to spend hours writing poetry and two talking long walks is to me a paramedic restrain
Restrain from death after being thrown in a prison where poverty ensures that I’m kept chained
A spiritual gift too keeps me aware of rubbish being performed against my life by many fools
So to write keeps me alive – making sure that my bark without a bite has purposeful rules
I do not write all this poetry and share it so a bunch of idiots can finally see that I’m schooled!!
They KNOW!! I write because death ensnares me if I DON’T – my pen is an oxygen mask keeping me from choking in fumes!!
They try to kill me with a fruitless existence- I defend myself through oratory- through art
They want to bury me alive and devastate me with a broken life – but that I disregard
They lean on their combined scheming – on the abuse I see from a stalker, so I throw these darts
Mine is defensive for I cannot offend – for as long as their death plans encircle me – my shield will be art
I do not want to die – I am too young to die! If this is rebellion – then against suicide I rebel!
Until the day comes when the law will recognize culpable homicide or attempted murder to tell
In a case like mine I will not rest for to do that is to the devil my soul to sell!!
I’m not the first person they’ve done this to – thus on the rooftops I will stand for others like me who fell!!
To destroy a persons life so badly until they kill themselves is culpable homicide
If they survive LIKE I HAVE it’s attempted murder – and a criminal investigation must be realized
For two years straight I have had idiots destroy everything I touch so I’d commit suicide
Blocking EVERYTHING to ensure that I never rise again PURELY because I prevented a heist!!
I stood bare with my naked bravery before a bunch of powerful lunatics in corporate SA
Told them where to get off fighting against corruption through oratorical essays!
I stood in the gap – said what the fearful were scared to say – so on the employment scene I was erased!!
But any revolutionary will always be called a rebel before they’re dethroned by a people enraged!!
My fight is not mine alone – and neither is imprisonment foreign to a person like me
Those standing against change will ever rise like the black mpimpi’s in the apartheid regime!
They’re numerous but they’re never able to stop the uprising that will change the theme
I therefore could not care less for these chains I’m in – through them I’m better able to scream!!
So Tshepiso Mr. “No Effect Korobela is my core” – you’re like Sabelo in Sarafina you loser!
Some pedophile of an mpimpi who sees nothing but sex in an oppression bruised teenager
While she’s fighting a cause and crying for her dying people – you sap her energy with your penis stealer!
INAPPROPRIATE response to oppression – measly little blind rat who sees a girls pain as dinner!
Hurting- I’m broken because white supremacy was not able to use me as a battery and token
You know – the token black thing that only smiles and nods even when they see that something’s broken!!
Unless you sell out and become zombie idiots like Tshepiso who brutally MISS the point awoken
You will be ripped from society like a disembodied limb and left to rot while lustful men try to get you stolen!
Black community we are in crisis and yet ALL the men who are supposed to cover us wreak of lust
The women are consumed with jealousy- even at the detrimental effects of their own pasts
I thus sit in the dark after lights out in my prison doing what I can without systemic moderation
Write, preach to deliver a message of warning against the bottleneck causing black man’s incarceration
I can only look to Jesus to dethrone the Satan lodged in my life – many yes, but Tshepiso at the heart
He WILL leave me alone or die- but shattered off my life will be to his end a fatal start
A man I once prayed would survive – I now wish I’d let him die so he wouldn’t have marked
So much devastation in my life through witchcraft – now today I can’t wait for him to depart
Father my pain is deep You see it – not a single day flees that has not seen my tear drops
I did not know my own strength- until I had to stare the grim reaper in the face and command him to stop!
I have never seen so much hatred – so much lovelesness in a people who through pain continue to mock
But each new day I will trust that there is glory to be seen at the end of what seems like a roadblock
Below too I danced to the struggle smashing our men 😦
A DANCE REGARDING THE BLACK MAN
In Jesus Name
Amen and Amen
Love Cranberry Kay