She's done her share of ill will against the world
Society thought that she should be locked away
Lock her away and you break her spirit
Break her spirit and she'll learn
Little did they know. . .
You see Daddy couldn't break her spirit
Try as he might as he reached his hand in places they ought not go
Momma couldn't break her spirit
Calling her names a child should never hear
The men she sold her body to even THEY in a moment of pleasure couldn't break her spirit
The crack pipe and liquor bottle, her means of self medication, even SHE couldn't break her own spirit
So behind these doors that go clink, these windows with no scenery, these walls that contain her cries
She sits. . . tired. . . but UNbroken, hearing God, not for the first time but HEARING God for the first time
She peacefully awaits her new destiny
You see what man meant for harm God has used for GLORY
Her time is up, her season has changed
She listens to doors go clink but THIS time with each sound she is drawn closer to the light
She emerges from the walls of the prision that has held her
And she again faces society who is looking for her to be broken
She grins, her spirit in tact, and the only thing broken is her yoke
Lisa Renee 01/12/08
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