He walked with a swagger
Trying to be cool in his lack
He knew what people thought
He was NOT a black
...man
She limped with a drag and a thump
But her smile was a radiant light
In her presence shadows faded
'Neath everything that was good and right
...in huMANity
He was a runt, such a little pest
Running here and there, without time to rest
While Mama whacked his little bum
Between the strides of a vigorous run
...to sin
She dressed way to fast for a child
Daddy told her "Nothing good will come for the wild"
He ran to catch her as she slammed the door
She couldn't take his wayward eye any more
...for alllllll Eternity
They yell out to the Creator of all
We don't need your validation
Therefore, it is against our heart
To embrace the theory of creation
Who cares that all things living, give birth
We have the science behind the fruit
We can make without creation
Beings that GOD would dispute
...NOT REAL....NOT MINE
Glory no longer belongs to the parent
The child has risen up as lord of self
Relationship is overrated
Like knickknacks on a cedar shelf
....collecting dust
Written by Trudy Schrader on 06-23-2019
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