My Destination. Poem by Sandra jacks

I stand,
here,
before your....royal......selves,
under the judgment of this court,
on this crooked system,
on this cracked cement floor,
this is where I stand.

You stand next to me,
the straight arrow,
to my,
destination,
you know the,
accusations at hand,
i know this because,
I've read your,
command.

I lack the brokenness,
this court claims,
i hold,
the people here,
say i am worthless,
this is what they say.

So i will hold myself,
to plead the 10 commandments,
i will say,
nothing more,
I will NOT budge,
on this which i plead,
i will stand,
on this,
cracked....
cement.....
floor..........