Paper bag poem
Like a sunflower
We all had seen better days; right outside the field
When The rain had finally gone away.
The sun sat on the lake as we rode back home.
We shared a few drinks til our sadness was gone.
I touched many lands; none as solemn as this.
It’s his lips I am missing.
That one beardless kiss.
Yet, the sky paused at Baby Blue and I; intoxicated; barefoot, no shoes.
Back of the sprinter van,
Just left court
Judge ruled in our favor
Still I flick the bird
Don’t plan to see him later.
Rebel and all , still I thank the lord above;
We’ll celebrate later
Got plans to hit the club.
But on a serious note;
one of my brothers had made it.
He won Another chance at life- it wasn’t ended at prison.
I enjoy the ride.
I know that God was the reason.
The creator of the sunset.
The Riser of the moon.
The one who wiped my tears away- once shed on the lagoon.
the God I worship is real
Any weapon formed against me, my God would surely kill.
Any sickness? – he’d heal
Any enemy— no deal.
any weapon formed against me
Oh no, it won’t prosper
A woman with God behind her.
NO ONE CAN STOP HER!