Black Poetry : A repost* cause I'm within reach of the Hem of His Garment

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  1. Aminata

    Aminata Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    "Reaching for the Hem of HIS Garment"


    After a two-minute conversation with Mom, I was compelled to "air
    some dirty laundry to cleanse internally"

    3/15/01
    11:40pm


    make me clean
    make me whole
    from all the lies
    that have been told

    Sold
    my
    Soul to the devil for…
    the love and acceptance of
    this woman
    yet and still the
    flow of hatred and despise keep
    runnin from...
    her to me
    invading my mind and
    body

    Lord I’m tired of…
    shedding tears to
    re~
    lease my
    fears~

    My GOD...If I could only reach the
    Hem of your Garment I’d...
    no longer feel like a
    varmint~
    insignificant~

    Sometimes I pray you`d...
    take me away
    to a place where
    love, unconditional and true abides
    deep inside,
    re~connect with
    those from past lives

    I want to, need to be
    cleansed of my impurities...
    loosed from my origin of
    negativities~~MOM
    dealin` with multiple issues at hand
    survivin` the best way I know I can

    Uncontrollable~~tears keep comin`
    should probably stop writin` cause
    this envelope I`m soakin`
    BUT...I can`t

    I know this battle isn`t mine
    read, "Three Battlegrounds and
    The Bondage Breaker"
    it`s all in my mind

    They say the fruit don`t fall
    too far from the tree
    why this **** gotta happen to me?
    Unlike she, I want to love
    unconditional and sincere
    keep those close whom
    I hold dear
    INSTEAD of...
    runnin` them away out of fear

    beaten, 13 stitches to the head, bruised, abused, raped twice,
    sodomized, 3 attempts at suicide, runaway
    SUICIDE~
    my past causing~current emotional
    DEMISE~
    wanna die cryin lies of
    SOUL TIES~
    "Jah guide"
    stay by my side
    carry me through
    from this point it`s just
    me and you
    When I`m feelin` lost and
    don`t know what to do
    talk to me through the Spirit
    he`ll relay the message true

    overheard conversations of "her" talkin
    bout` me to her friends...
    "she makes me sick"
    "will never amount to ****"

    Dammit, I swear I wanna ScReaM!
    tryin` ta birth myself from this
    NighTMaRisH DrEaM!

    Birthing Aminata from Benita/Erika (mom/me)

    Although I`m filled with love I`m
    driven to hate
    she...
    puts me in a state of
    confusion~
    delusion~
    realizin` hatred emotion such as this exists
    prayin` it would "past tense"

    If I could only reach the Hem of HIS Garment
    all negative thoughts and energies
    from my body would flee~
    dipped in Holy Waters I`d
    truly be free~
    ~CLEANSED~
    scrubbing with black soap and loofahs
    never do enough
    residues of
    anger~
    hurt~
    jealousy~
    still reside within the pores of my
    melanin skin

    To die and be born again...
    "self inflicted"
    some would say "a sin"

    I just need to
    Touch the HEM of HIS Garment

    ©2001 EssenceofAminata


    *reflection on where you've been is good so that you don't fall back into a pattern of behavior as you move foreward towards the future.
     
  2. msluciousb

    msluciousb Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    And let the broken heart be healed!

    And let the broken heart be healed
    for in his promises it is sealed
    the garment hem already been
    touched for you have called his
    name so much
    The gentle rains of a thousand
    tears
    All the torn and worn memories
    of other years
    You break the cycle
    Because you are aware
    Forgive the abuser if you dare
    Release the anguishing that is
    "Nightmarish" anything less
    is soul mutilation and so very
    garrish...live to cherish and to
    love..."God is Love"...Seek to
    abide in the secret place of the
    most high and surely you will be
    close enough to touch THE HEM
    OF HIS GARMENT!
    *Beautifully written...release ya soul child:heart:
    BLESSINGS ON YA HOUSE
    AND BLESSING ON YA SOUL
     
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