" Don't Prey On Me"
Don't Prey On Me
That's the testament has carved
Out of Survivial.
The gospel one wrote in the margins
When the official one didn't protect one.
Because some connections don't come
With claws showing-
They come with candles illuminated, voices
Soft. Hands folded like innocence, But their
Shade tell the truth.
They crowd you in the name of concern,
Move gently in the name of sainthood, watch
In the name of discernment.
But every routine has a hunger in it.
Every blessing has a take a chunk of and I've
Learned to listen not to the interchange but
To the breathing behind them-
I rise without Witnesses
I heal without Consultants
I don't walk with Fear
Don't Prey on me-
Because One has finally learned that survival
Is a scripture also.
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