God is trying to speak. Yes. Through me.
A broken, wounded, rejected, abandoned, sold, child.
Sold to a stranger.
Bound to someone else’s dreams of me.
Tied to pain that’s come from losses not gains.
Looking all crazy.
Trying to get free.
Cuz I’ve got a love.
No hate can kill.
I feel the wounds of many
Not yet born
As they watch me.
One of Jesus’s sisters
Trying to make the world see
What’s they do
To children growing within the wombs
When?
Are we gonna take the time
To look at all we do
Thinking we saving
When we are tearing children into two
When?
Will we see and accept that children,
Are gifts.
When?
I’ve asked my own Mamas.
Lost in their own dreams
Of me
When you gonna let me be the me that this life made me to be?
Cuz I’ve seen
Many things your eyes could not see.
I’ve lived invisibly visible
Under the governments rule
I want both my Mamas
To stand and support me
Because I supported each of their choices
Back in my day
There ain’t no going back
That’s right
But we gonna go forward
And make this right
For their are children who are not born yet
That will love the reality
Of the dream I have.
Oh Jesus.
I know your with me
I can feel the thorns in my head.
Blood dripping down my neck
Nails in my hands and feet
Hanging her for those children
Is me.
Cuz you suffered for me
I’ll suffer for them to have better
Than this
