The Story of Blula May--Part 1
THE STORY OF BLULA MAY…
Oh!, She was so very humble,
She was Blula from the asphalt jungle;
Improvised, trapped in scorn;
Misused unadopted, a captive of ****;
Ghetto-fabulous inching in style;
She was the first runAway child;
In the 70’s she had a man;
His name was Mr. Dan;
A solemn oath she did swear;
As he would blacken her eyes;
This Nubian queen a red bone;
Was positioned on the corner streets, on loan;
In poisoned beaten and thrown…
Did I tell you she was on loan;
When it came to counting the tasks…
Often her dinner was left over trash;
Human trafficking was without cars;
Often she’d glean men from retail stores and late night bars;
One day Blula May decided again to run away.
Inflecting pain on her sleepin john
Far, far, far away did she run, run, run
To a church in revival she did make;
Onto her knees instantly she’d pray O God please take
Take away the bondage
Take away the pains
Free me O God, my Lord
From the savaged sins I’ve did
Cleanse me so, and make me whole
I want to be new again like in my mothers womb
Grant me thy mercies grace, give me another chance
Have mercies on me
So the prayer completed she was amazed as the congregations people with arms hands open
Came running not judging some in tears
For sometimes even when we no better and we sin
God’s open arms yet still provide His will
This the first part of the story of Blula May
8/25/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2019
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