AT THE FOOT OF THE CROSS

I'm but a rag 

I live in filth with swag

I dine and booze with laughter,

At cesspit of prostitution

'Cause I'm a swine

I'm a hoe

I was a church girl

But became a call girl

I'm as nocturnal as bat

At night, I change men like sheet

Lie around like shit

Reeking of alcohol and sex

'cause I'm filthy dirty

Dear Lord

I'm worn and a hag

I'm now empty with nothing to brag

My soul is at the slaughter

Lieing on the table to be butchered

By the hand that bought it

I hope You find it

That I'm saved

From devil's nest

I guess what I sowed in row

Now I'm reaping in fold

I'm your prodigal daughter

I hope I'm still worthy of forgiveness

My life is messy

I need mercy

Hear my cry

At the foot of the cross

I lay may rags

Wash this filth off me

For I stink of filthiness

©Hon Temidayo Adebiyi

ArtPen-deewhon