Poverty

My face is to the ground

The sand is on my lips

grains of sand dust my

eyelashes in disrepair

Save me

Oh God!

In the midst of it all

Jesus, Jesus

A song of a miracle

The wet brain is gone

Screaming help me Oh God!

Help me oh God!

Play drummers play

Songs of triumph cover multitudes of my mind.

Love.

Play the music

Sing choir!

I WILL win with Jesus!

No maybes!

I’m an overcomer

I WILL win!

And I will sing!

I’m a songbird

My joy

A channel of sustenance

Manifest in the glittery notes of passion from my heart to my soul.

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