Yesterday, I lay cut open for the world to see,
I bled today for my ancestors,
My scars etched deep like volcanoes
An internal fire, ever glowing, ever burning
A soldier in my own right,
I lay burning in my own fire,
Repenting in my sins,
For sins that I have not even committed,
I found myself in a whirlpool of hell,
The washing of sins at sea,
on Morphine, under Anasthetic
I jolted at the sight of people,
She said I was not safe to fall alseep,
that I was afraid of even her,
To settle and slumber in a place unknown to me
Now tell me,
How does a Woman who has never even met me,
pick up on things so raw to my core,
She saw something that I had not seen,
Said my tongue was sharp,
but my body was hiding,
I lay cut open,
Strong,
A soldier,
Yesterday