Escaping Generational Curses
Who am I but another fool of scorn?
With what armor did the fates provide me?
A pawn am I to the house I was born.
Double the sight helps not blind eyes to see.
Believed not I the tradegy that was foretold.
My father's and mother's blood went cold.
My sister and brother would never grow old.
Between dreams and destiny my heart is further torn.
I weep for that which I carry that is unborn.
I dare not pray to release me from that I'm sworn.
Yet I fail and ask the devil his fee.
He said "Give me a pound of flesh for an ounce of gold."
Piece by piece my body is sold.
I'll be whole again is the lie I'm told.
I share my fate not as a story to warn.
Enough lessons come from travesty.
Judge one not on how they mourn.
Nothing in life comes with a guarantee.
Copyright © Johnmichael Roof | Year Posted 2020
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