• Michaela

Sanhedrin

How many of you have cast your stones

Flung them at me unthinking, callous,

Like monkeys flinging shit at glass

Like tigers breaking bones?

Have you bruised my flesh until I bleed

From being cast out, tossed aside

Into a ditch by the road and you all pass by?

I bow my head and your love doesn't heed.

You look on my naked soul and deem me less

Than those who had full tables all their lives

And no matter the repairs I put to my torn hide

You judge me only by my wounds, my brokenness.


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