Black Poetry : I Shall Arise From My Ashes

Joyce

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As I tasted the blood flowing
between my teeth,
I sensed the swelling of
The Jordan in my cheek.
I could not speak.
So I prayed within...
God deliver me from his vicious sin.
Give me a divine plan to get
Away from this man.:eeek:
My reasoning...I will no longer defend.

Like Job...I shall arise from my ashes.

God has strengthen me and
Granted me, my request.
Now I finally realize that
Leaving this man is best.
I have made up my mind!
This is the last time,
That my body will be subject
To his vicious crimes.
What is my consolation?
In the name of Christ,
I will overcome this situation.

I shall arise from my ashes...

I was blind and could not see you as
A monster before my eyes.
I was deaf and did not
Hear your wrenched lies.
You made my day a 24 hour darkness.
But I shall arise and
My night shall be gone.
I can feel the sprinklings of
A brand new dawn.

Surely, this I know...
I shall arise from my ashes.

I will not be held back by hate.
I'm going on with my life for my sake.
I am not inferior to you.
Your sick love won't hold me like it use too.
The scars I wear inside,
Did not totally destroy my pride.

I'm going to school. :teach:
Gonna make something out of myself.
To let your 'put downs' hinder me,
Would be a curse worse than death.
You said I was nothing and
Always would be stupid,
But now I am arising,
Though you thought I'd never do it!

Sometime later, you may have the nerve to
Ask somebody, how I am doing...

Somebody will tell you
I am a doctor,
Giving hope to the sick.
Somebody will tell you
I am a lawyer,
Prosecuting the slick.
Somebody will tell you
I am a light,
Caring for the lonely
Well into the night.
Somebody will tell you
I am a teacher,
Revealing to minds
The power of insight.
Somebody will tell you that
I am a poet,
Scribing on you so that
Others will know it.
Somebody will tell you that
I have a successful business of my own.
God has greatly blessed me and
Uprooted the seed that you had sown.
Somebody will say to you...
Don't worry about her.

In spite of your lashes...
She has arisen from her ashes. :spinn:



copyright 1998 ~ joyce rogers
 
reply to Joyce

A masochist leaves the play ground today
A sadist wants her to continue to play
The pain he gives is more then she expected
Her disfigured face spewing out life’s river
Pregnant with pain and about to deliver
Horror and terror to sadistic play mate
Because with loneliness he has a date


Joyce said:
As I tasted the blood flowing
between my teeth,
I sensed the swelling of
The Jordan in my cheek.
I could not speak.
So I prayed within...
God deliver me from his vicious sin.
Give me a divine plan to get
Away from this man.:eeek:
My reasoning...I will no longer defend.

Like Job...I shall arise from my ashes.

God has strengthen me and
Granted me, my request.
Now I finally realize that
Leaving this man is best.
I have made up my mind!
This is the last time,
That my body will be subject
To his vicious crimes.
What is my consolation?
In the name of Christ,
I will overcome this situation.

I shall arise from my ashes...

I was blind and could not see you as
A monster before my eyes.
I was deaf and did not
Hear your wrenched lies.
You made my day a 24 hour darkness.
But I shall arise and
My night shall be gone.
I can feel the sprinklings of
A brand new dawn.

Surely, this I know...
I shall arise from my ashes.

I will not be held back by hate.
I'm going on with my life for my sake.
I am not inferior to you.
Your sick love won't hold me like it use too.
The scars I wear inside,
Did not totally destroy my pride.

I'm going to school. :teach:
Gonna make something out of myself.
To let your 'put downs' hinder me,
Would be a curse worse than death.
You said I was nothing and
Always would be stupid,
But now I am arising,
Though you thought I'd never do it!

Sometime later, you may have the nerve to
Ask somebody, how I am doing...

Somebody will tell you
I am a doctor,
Giving hope to the sick.
Somebody will tell you
I am a lawyer,
Prosecuting the slick.
Somebody will tell you
I am a light,
Caring for the lonely
Well into the night.
Somebody will tell you
I am a teacher,
Revealing to minds
The power of insight.
Somebody will tell you that
I am a poet,
Scribing on you so that
Others will know it.
Somebody will tell you that
I have a successful business of my own.
God has greatly blessed me and
Uprooted the seed that you had sown.
Somebody will say to you...
Don't worry about her.

In spite of your lashes...
She has arisen from her ashes. :spinn:



copyright 1998 ~ joyce rogers
 

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