The Blood
By 1stpoet
The Blood When I was born mamma the morn waited I came that day in April 18 days into the month, the year ’61 Oh, the blood mamma I arrived crimson coated your young body, a child yourself, 18 years a woman, brought a poet to the world I grew mamma and rode like the wind on a steel horse (with peddles) into the sunset the street stopped one day, and the asphalt grew teeth Oh, the blood mamma my legs and arms bruised and battered you carried me home your dress dripping from sweat, and my wounds I learned mamma pain is part of living in this world I would see others dying by hands not their own life taken by accidents, murder, and malice Oh, the blood mamma poured onto the ground red rivers that gave me inspiration thoughts flow in the streams that reach me I know of a man who died mamma one that came just to give his life for me Jesus he was called and I have been touched by him Oh, the blood mamma washing me crimson coated carrying away my wrongs and today, He lives again He is risen mamma and is in my blood mamma You gave me flesh mamma, He gave me life. © Copyright 2001 1st Poet Inc. William S. Dawes April 15, 2001 Written April 15th, 2001 © on Dec 14 2001 10:43 PM PST 18 • 0 • 13
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