Step up to the plate
Intimidated by crowds
Batter swing
She misses the ball
She misses the call
Why does she or he have so much power?
Here are my wrists
Please shackle them to your opinion
The mysterious depth of me, you ask?
Ain’t nothin but a slave that assigned my many masters.
Selah
Lord in Heaven
Have I made this prison?
Unbearable brick stacked tall
Sharp metallic bondage
Eyes perceiving limited walls yet
Blackened by the absence of the Son
Selah
Then a great event
Cement cracks revealing arms of light
Reaching through the darkness
Caressing my iris
Terrified weary habits finally find a type of comfort
With the warmth of this new Son
Selah
“Lean not on my own understanding”
Speaks the shard of light
Through cracked cement
Speak the light?
Speak the light yet to me?
A lowly slave who invented slavery with the children of Adam down through the ages.
Selah
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Jocelyn Wallace