I Only Asked For Forgiveness
Balled up in a fetal position
I could still taste the stench in my mouth
when I uttered “forgive me”.
“The truth shall set you free”
(we were so precisely taught) echoed in my head.
Nothing or no one but the Creator could help me escape the black gloved hand that will devour any open flesh.
I heard the Just Judge thunder, “No more than 40 stripes”.
The judgment was set.
The painful reality of the hot leather strap cutting my face,
cleansed my mouth.
The wrath of the strap caused my flesh to split open.
Every secret sin and transgression oozed out of me
like a stream of lava.
It’s funny how pain escapes you in traumatic situations.
The only pain I felt was deep within my soul.
Falling to the cool dirt, my sentence was served.
No one ever said forgiveness doesn’t come with punishment
or correction.
Within an inch of my life, I finally learn
the sweetness of true forgiveness.
The one who gave the punishment, sparing my life
helped me from the ground.
The sky is so radiantly blue, so clear.
There was a spirited debate last week about the state of the Poetry/Spoken Word Industry. I posted this question to get a ground zero perspective on the matter.
Authors, performing artists, song writers, speakers and recording artists get paid for their artistic ability and services. What about Poets and Spoken Word Artists?
Should they be paid for their artistry? Or is their talent a gift to be offered to the world? What are your thoughts?
Say What You Want Just Spell My Name Right
Today Kolayah is telling the Movers to say what you want… just spell my name right.
How to stay creative and live your passion in the midst of naysayers and the Rumor mill.
