I'm sorry I'm collapsible,
while, you are all mighty.
Cutting out more shapes like my sister's and I.
Allowing us to be worshipped
for what lies between our legs
not admired for what's inside our brains.

Penned this down to ask him:
How the moon illuminates heinous crimes?
Or compares the bruises upon my chest
to the sunsetting skies?

Don't pray to not be *****,
or a woman to be paid (not in compliments)
So by all means- tell me how respected she is
that your fist is mighty,
Adams apple mightier
She just crumbles beneath your palms.

I'm sorry I'm so shredded,
they can't read the apologies I've recited upon the palms of my hand, but my father has possession of the ink to write over a women's existence like it's his right.

Mother is ashes,
father leaves a trail of them below his feet,
In that moment, I realized-
A woman will die to survive.
While, all a man has to do is thrive off her oxygen.

Between worlds drifting from awake to sleep I am bewildered to see that I am dreaming something important. A paradise that the soul rejoiced within the perimeters of the paradise garden. Deep inside the garden was standing tall The Tree Of Life where only the Goddesses and Gods where allowed to consume from it. An everlasting gift of eternal life given to mankind by Jesus Christ who loved the world so much to give himself as an ultimate sacrifice the atonement of all sin. From spiritually dead to sparkling alive for Christ we must unite talk to God. For you have been bought with the blood of Christ now you can become born again. This does not mean you'll become perfect. But the challenge is stepping up to the plate and doing it. Survival of the fittest it's a cold world and it's slowly melting. Hell is where we live in and there ain't no coming back once you choose where to thread...

Active and under control my mind racing with clutter and problematic thoughts
Am under difficult circumstances and in a situation where I cannot fully control
Becoming a hypocrite day by day by disobeying my Lord all I can ask is you'll  forgive me Lord
For I have committed grave sins against you and heaven
Just listen to my plea I ask for a pardon once again...
Fell on your feet begging you for a chance

Knowing that I may get another chance I still feel ***** from the inside rotten for what I did...
Under the Devil's spell
The one who can heal all is Christ get to know him well
For restrengthening you and fortifying your faith in him
Be well now brethren I'll see you another day
Holy protection be among your families (the readers) and may the Lord accompany you to your final destination.
©Franko the Christian Poet