to be subservient
to let you knock me down like a small clown doll
to hide in corners
to hold my tongue when there is wrong
and not to believe in my own song
I never signed these rights away
i have never agreed to be your slave
whoever you are wherever you may be now
I bow only to God
though I DO wish you well.
I wish you may know God strew our path with flowers
but the Enemy doesnt will us to know
that it was for us God chose these greens and blues
the scent of the year brand new oh April passing into May
I will not deny You I will not say that
Beauty does not call us forever along the way
though I lose title and deed
to everything the landlords promised
from the first day.
mary angela douglas 2 may 2020
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