Original Sinner

I ...  
Am A daughter  
Of Egyptian Dust  
As My Anscestral Eyes  
Witness the tragedies  
that Happend...  
To all of us...  
Nothing Left but Fossils  
under sedimentary crust  
   
I..  
Am a descendant  
Of the woman at the well  
and only Creator knows  
how far I fell..and I'm  
still falling  
I hear the 7 generations  
before me still calling  
shouting instructions to me  
before I hit the cement ground  
Yet...  
I find that there is something  
amazing when you knowYou  
wont...actually hit the ground...  
   
I..  
Am an Original Sinner  
I sit dead center  
as my DNA splinters  
between one that is afflicted  
and one that is a winner    
Seems like my choices...  
Have left me thinner...  
These days...  
As I willingly  
sit in the back of my house  
and blaze...  
My Philosophy    
blossoming  
in Plumes of smoke  
As I watch the shadows move  
I then invoke...  
Spirit...to carry me  
Cause Im tired.. of carrying  
the weight of the world  
upon my shoulders  
So much tragedy...  
has made me feel colder..  
and much older...  
   
As I sit Humble  
striving to find the right    
balance inside me  
I read Psalms 91 and    
ask Creator to Hide me  
   
So that I'm not seen  
So that I'm not...Obscene    
In my grief and loss  
Sinner though I be...  
My head is Bowed...  
My stars...are crossed  
   
I am the "red headed step child"  
   
The Universe forgot about  
So I cursed alot    
Drank and began to shout  
 I waived my hands in the air  
Upset that I really  
Have no control...  
So I guess..  
Life is really just a test...  
and lifes Dramas...add  
excitement to the show  
   
Yet I feel like I'm about to Implode  
So I move slow...  
Soul Currancy... on hold  
as I try not to fold  
eyes ...are swole  
and this is where  
I hear a voice whisper  
"No matter how much you go through  
You will still be a beginner"  
Such is the life...  
Of an Original Sinner