I was at the table of poverty
Low self-esteem, depression, and fear my guest
The police broke in and said,
”Ma’am you’re under arrest
The Judge has ordered you to take the stand.”
I walked in court and a man said,
“You can’t use her because she is the #1 offender.”
Before I could request a lawyer,
In walked the public defender
“She lies….. steals….. kills…. and she is a user!”
That is what the accuser said
The public defender opened up the book and read-
Over 2000 years ago I stood in her same place,
It’s the same issues….Your Honor …..
I already won this case!
Tears streamed down my face.
I wasn’t prepared for what would happen to me
The judge said, “You are no longer guilty.
I specially selected you and everyday you wake up,
I’m resurrecting you.
You should have been dead
But I protected you.
You’re trial is a test
Because I need you for community service.
Don’t be nervous.”
He leaned over to whisper in my ear
and tell me what to do
Now I can testify to you…
We can not do this by ourselves
that is why Jesus the public defender was sent,
You think this is poetry?