She left with her Bible tucked beneath her arm
My heart a in piece
My hopes dashed upon the stones
My dream decease
What she thought was life was poison
My minds toxicity
Says I am drunk with rage while she displays
False humility
I fall to my knees, He sends
Elizabeth. My babe kicks
I am made alive, my heart mends
Just as Hope predicts
My fields are watered, my grain sways
My flowers bloom
My heart is expectant,
My child leaps in my womb
Verlisha Taylor
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