Try Vinegar
There is no sweet taste in my mouth,
no milk and honey on my lip.
Tempered by times inhumanity,
the scourge of vinegar's my sip.
I am kind, because I bleed
for every race, color and creed.
I have been crucified by tongues fluidity,
yet kindness is not returned to me.
Is the any mention of milk and honey
ever
dripping from the mouth of Jesus?
11/17/16
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2016
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