Idolatry Poem by JOY JOHNSON

He, They, Them
Seem to follow me
Everywhere I go
How many years now
Around twenty or so
Some kind of Witchcraft
He tries to use on me
Stealing and riding sexual pleasures
Some how pinning my Ovaries
Some call it Voodoo
An Idol I have become to them
He, They, Them constantly at my Yoke of Ease
When did it start some where in 1996
Ever since I loved him and let him enter in
I gave him love
He gathered up and stole my things
A Black and White Dress,
A photo too, A pair of Sunglasses
A recorded tape, my daughter's dream catcher too
Some socks with individual toes all of them in color
The worse of them all that Gold and Black Symthetic hair
I used to make for extension on braids
If he made a doll of me
I may never really know
I feel the prick then the strong sensation
It makes me upset angry then I quarrel
I'm so tired of the struggle of them vexing and hexing
Their so called get down rides using me
They even use people for Cloning in a Laboratory
A sick man he is A Ill woman too
As so are the rest that follow you
How dare they, Yes they have written about my life
Then sold them to the public what did they think I was blind
Their days are all numbered Hell awaits him soon
I'll continue to Pray believing they are doomed
Yet the Lord has commanded me to love them
Forgive and forget and think nothing of them
I've tried to move on as they continue to follow
God see's them all thy rewards soon to receive
Until then I shall Praise him
Then Thank him for always I have the VICTORY