Do you like poetry? We have a whole new world of poetry for you. The Spirit of yours truly found some of the stuff I used to put down and some I just started doing and composed a collection called, “Mental Revision of a Spirit Lost”.
A hundred degree hotter, that’s my fire
What could the lowly Phoenix know?
I am that kind of revision for what I’ve been through
Even as it rises from the ashes it cannot help but to acknowledge
The life I’ve lived and the burden I was given
At my birth to carry
By Nations; over their waters and many hills and valleys
All it has seen is death from who knows what
I’ve had my ankles chained, whipped, raped
And mutilated before I was lynched
A practice by some of the vilest people
Who spoke of peace while spitting on my children and me
They told me of a God who said be obedient
Yet there was no obedience or love toward me
I was bound as my daughters were raped
I was bound in the rain in the open gate
Chained to a tree for nothing more than reading a book
Trying to understand the language they forced on me
Somehow they got it in their minds that I was better off for this
Than I was content in my city before they betrayed me
Then I heard a tale about a bird that rose after death
And I was through and thoroughly impressed
Until I fully realized the verse…….