Apr
17
Pure soft feet walking on a charcoal path,
toes grasp like monkey claws holdin onto the destination.
In the beginning my young heart ticked to a rap song of no fear.
My mind a balloon wanting to live in the clouds with God.
Tired feet arrive to the stone doorstep again and again,
disgusting whispers tickle my blackened toes.
On the closed door I found a written lesson on how to fix my soul.
Knock and the door will be opened, seek and yu shall find
Dirty feet in shoes given to me to walk with my brother.
I don’t take them off anymore because he said my feet stink.
I so wanted to be a real human girl. My soul is on the fix.
I know God is comin soon to take me and will tell me who I am.
Old feet cut off by axes held by the hands of judges.
I’m too dirty to touch, only Jesus washed feet.
I don’t feel the ground so I think I can reach the sky.
Im getting closer everyday to live in the clouds, oh, so high.
