You spat on me, moked and poked holes.
I wiped the filthy wetness away from my
Chocolate skin, bandaged the holes
And ignored your mockery.
You violated every part of me.
I still stood tall.
I knew my soul you could never touch.
It is my essence.
I protected it as a precious jewel.
I was called everything but my name.
That's ok.
I was still weaving my way to God.
You stole from me my innocence.
You smothered my voice and stopped
The tears from flowing.
I still refused to give uo my soul.
I ached with pain, maybe even prayed to die.
Yet it wasn't over.
But I still had my soul untouched.
I was left without hope, or so you thought.
Regardless how hard I fought.

In the end, I stood up standing
Right next to God,
I stood when you tried to break
My spirit and kill my soul.
All the bruises, all the holes, all the pain
And nasty words I proudly wear.
See they are the many milestones from which
I achieved my place with the Angels
And yet I refused to give up my soul.

LaLa Curse
12/9/04