Spoken so boldly
With pride
With confidence
A different tongue
A different taste
A different face

Puts me to shame
Does not belong
Beggars and tramps
Loved by God
Yet ragged in faith
In trust
In all

Still merciful
And giving
And loving
In all
I am dyed
in chartreuse

Motionless in
Shame
And anger

Awoke in the gloom, a haze
Somehow engrossed in
Its beauty, its comfort
Enamored of its heavy
Showers-****** back
In a deep slumber
Enveloped in peace.