mysticalMy shower and sink drip to keep my pipes from freezing

Hell, they drip on their own anyway

Roaches are my uninvited guests each day in

My living space

I rely on mama for my meals, for I have no

Tools to cook with myself, so we

Feed off one another

My only transportation is my feet

And imagination

Chained by poverty and loneliness

Subsided by modesty and lowliness

I look at who I was and who I am

And actually…

They are the same

The only things that changed

Were my location and my situation

Father, I thank you…

I know just like then…

You will bring me out now

I shall stay humble

And wait on you (serve)

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