Trying Times Poem by Shalia Robinson

Clinged…
To this relationship fling.
When I know I should think.
Instead of being labeled a thing.
Defiling my body and giving it to just anybody.
Abusing it instead of treasuring it.
It’s might be just a body to you…But it is a temple.
Even though sometimes it acts simple.

Rejected…
My own heart I haven’t dissected.
Am I really connected? ?

Depressed…
From all the waves and tides suppressed.
Where my mind cannot relax.
Am I really at best?

Abused…
Confused…
Misused….
Going through the physical beatings til I feel defeated.
And I lose.
Are you really amused? ? ?

Angry
Are there actions going to be out there to be seen?
The evidence so people cannot say what it might seem like.
It’s almost like my enemies are a team.
Abusers…
Right now I am just tired.
It’s not on the outside.
But people on the inside.
In my life…
Causing me strive…
I wish I could say you all are fired.

Controlling…
Trying to gain power.
When they need to gain the knowledge.
That only God has the power pass the hour.
This situation is so sour.

BUT…I indeed was tested.
I’m worth more than just plastic.
Because I am chosen!
Blessed in the midst of the confusion I am in
But I shall continue and win.
Instead of death and you all saying I miss you.
My faith shall increase.
And my doubt shall decrease.
Also… I shall endure until I learn patience.
And you know in the end I will make it
Because I have the victory.
And it shall come to pass.