Mocha
She sits on the paper
Looks at me
So intently,
Her eyes beckoning
Read It Again.
Lift the Paper.
See A Girl With Three Hundred scars,
See Her Beaten,
See her Mercy.
Where is her god,
where is he now,
Lord please Save me.
And so I look at the Page
With the Scars and her face
as she says, Me too.
Trapped in a Closet,
trapped in a Cage,
I stare at her Missing Eye and
HAPPY FACE
knowing God has saved her
God has saved her.
God leapt to his feet
And sought her face
to deliver and love her.
I want to be street girl,
Be a strong girl
But instead
I'm a penniless matchgirl.
Why you wait so long, love
Why'd you wait so long?
You were hurting, They Hurt You
And You Took So Long.
I know it's a Hard Road,
Oh Babe, Such a Hard road...
and you've got such a beautiful smile.
But what's the price of Beauty,
Subjected to this Kind of life?
Ma don't hit me.
Ma don't date a guy that looks like daddy.
Pa thinks I'm a satanist lady.
You think I'll go to hell since I don't respect thee.
Sir don't hurt her ears!
Miss don't make a broken woman.
Am I mental now,
am I mental
Since I Seem to Not look Broken?
Don't cut her.
Don't put her in the dark.
I see her face, her photograph,
and know this struggle's not over.
I see my dog --
Missing an Eye,
Sweet as she is
with Love and kind-
-ness
and think
Lord, it happened to Me
to Us, to Her
And We,
we are free.
You set us free
and I thank thee.
