Light Up In My Wounds

broke a piece of glass
it was a diamond in the rough
asked why, I guess I've
had enough if I'm made in
a certain image then why
do I have to walk a line
of scrimmage trying to see
my reflection in the shine
through all the bloodied
fingerprints some are mine
 there's no difference
between bondage and slavery
their just duality flowing at
a different degree rate of speed
no faith in a place called heaven
no more than fearing burning in
an opened abyss open up this
can of worms smote the root
tie it off let it burn came out
first at birth promised a blessing
oh boy, what a curse so many
ancient scriptures rehearsed
couldn't fill the void in moms purse
found  more enlightenment
being  struck by lightening