I am not for the meek
the weak
or the faint of heart
I am fire
And passion
Blazing trails of dust
in the faces of every man
that wronged me
And now I wake
Rise to the occasion
and let the sorrow in
Today is for the wicked
and tomorrow we sin
© 2020 Christina Jackson
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 12:54 AM UTC
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