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by Shella Saintcyr © 2004
Today I’m the harlot,
As I prostitute myself to bodily impurities
And idols I carved with my hands.
Yesterday I was the thief, basking in glory not of my own
Tomorrow, I’m the liar
Masquerading and entertaining false realities of perfection.
Yes, this very hour,
I am the fornicator
Hosting thoughts detrimental to the erection of this temple
Thoughts that rape the marriage bed
Catapulting purity into the tempter’s abyss
I am he, the recorder of wrongs, the keeper of faults.
I lie with the adulterer, neglecting the vows
I spoke to my first Love.
Yes, I am she,
The worshiper of self,
The prideful fool.
No need to bring me before the judge,
I willingly confess to the allegations
Released first from my lips
Yesterday, I pleaded
mercy and grace
Today I’m the dog intimate with its waste
Tomorrow, I’ll be the beggar pleading for cleansing blood.
I am that, and that too.
I am she.
I am he.
I am it.
I plead guilty to the
charges.
I willingly accept the stones caste upon me.
My record contains no fallacies
It is I who ought to bear the cross
The crown of thorns was shaped for my head.
See how each thorn sits comfortably into the crevices of my skull.
My hands are that of
a sinner
Let the soldiers pierce my palms.
Don’t crucify that lamb
Lead me to the slaughter’s house.
Don’t give Him the vinegar,
Whose aroma imitates the stench rising from my lips.
I am yesterdays, todays
and Tomorrow’s harlot
Why are you in line to be crucified Jesus?
The darkness begs for me,
The murderer conceived in the heart.
The demons seek my blood,
Convinced that I’m the sinner
Who formed a pact with the devil.
Release the savior!
Spit in my face!
Mock me for my ways.
Let your saliva of scorns
Trickle down my face
As I rehearse my iniquities.
Sentence me to life in bondage
Let me drag the chains, the cross of shame.
I am he!
I am she!
I am it!
Golgotha built a home for me.
Delarosa, I know the way.
Let the crowd hurl insults at me.
Sweet Jesus!
You are innocent before the altar.
My name is pronounced
Eve
Seeds of the fruit still dangle from my chin.
Oh Jesus! Jesus!
I can’t understand, comprehend
why you carry my cross
and with no pause
Proceed on to accept the bill
And release the charge
Let the blood spill from my veins to appease the wrath.
Jesus replies:
Hush you fool!
Less pride should deceive you to believe
You can reverse the curse.
You took of the fruit
and sewed a suit of figs
To cover your shame, while
Still keeping warm the diseases,
The sin the serpent offered.
I paid the price
Once, not twice
That day I was the racist,
The bigot unveiled.
Yesterday I was the owner of slaves,
The crooked accountant
The destroyer of self.
Be cleansed by the blood
my child
And in the meanwhile
Go and Sin no More!
Go and sin no More!
Go and sin no More!
Today I rise from the tomb!
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