Civil Private Prays Poem by Verlecia fields

I want to be priority made
delivery into the tyrannical hands of justice
confirmed at the door of rightness
place at the alter of the officially divine acquisitions of men
exposed to be weak to my own consequences
and set Constitutionally free to be independently established
there in this act of civil service
I will Reform my life to a wealthier social status,
and be kind, to all men of any status up under all particulars
respect will be given at the table of should be equal in all lawful economics
be little or great the man

so now i do stand with no voice
and only bread crumbs to share
but my very small inner light flicker in the boundless night
giving Prays to The Universal Mother
hoping she will hear my not so private prays

aka: ms.v