Refused To Give Up My Soul

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