TRADITIONAL CUTS
Beyond the scars is a soul
They pray in solitude always taught the structured hand of the savior.Their humor is held back by the fear of their imperfections threw the judgement of the teachers that emotionally break them.Traditional cuts scars that stay stuck.They ones that claim to be prophets sweep the children’s tears under the rug.Screaming underneath the silence of hungry compassion.Cutting threw the toiled tears of sadness.Listen to the hope as the floor boards rattle emotional bruises never recover from a worn down wooden paddle.Karma will work its way into the false prophets.The evil bounded law bracelets will be their fate on the docket.Traditional cuts No more hunger no more swollen skin or broken blood.No matter how deep the scars the seeds of traditional cuts never lost faith in God’s love.
About the Creator
Angela M streater
Hey everyone I’m Angela I love being creative writing is a big passion of mine.I’ve been wanting to be a writer since the second grade.Those adorable fur babes you see are my life bandit an cupcake.I love sushi an shows like the office.
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