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One of my students Adeola Oyelabi has written and performed this poem "Untitled"--depicting the pain and hope of victims of sexual trafficking and abuse. After saying the poem, she discusses further its meaning. The lyrics appear below. Ready or not , because here it comes
Who can hide from the horror inside That threatens to kill Me, it threatens to drown My body and soul, from the inside out These stains that I wear Can’t be washed off. These wounds that I carry The best doctor can’t fix. Cuz I’ve been injected with an infection that shows, an infection that grows In this cavern of mine, this fragile mind Is overwhelmed with the notion that I matter to no one My only value stems from sexual tricks Weighed down by the memories each day casually inflicts. But underneath it all, I’m just a scared little girl Who wonders if the true meaning of “gifts” Can ever apply to me. For so long I’ve been told: Nothing Worthless Damaged Bruised and broken, one thing I can do: Cry out to the heavens. I let loose my anger, my fear, and my pain. Yearning to be set free. Little do I know, it’s God that catches me. Spinning out of control, He offers the stability I never knew While I’m unable to forget, He helps me to forgive. Forgive the person I thought I was Heal what I thought would be open forever. Carefully wiping away my tears, He offers a comfort I never thought I would find. Looking at me, He sees more than my past More than the chains that are keeping me bound. Breaking them, He envelopes me in His perfect love Making me new. I am loved. Valued. Cherished. Wanted. I am His. 3/17/2012 05:24:41 am
Beautifully written - beautifully spoken - beautiful spirit... 8/13/2012 02:26:40 pm
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