They kept me from being the next Moses.
Was it because I was poor?
Was it because I was a woman and nothing more?
Our eyes locked and for the first time I couldn’t see who he was
It was almost as if there was something blocking his life from my visions
So I ran and touched his dirt-glazed chest and I saw him with twelve others
“What in the Lord’s most high name is wrong with this beast looking woman”
I saw a glimpse of joy,
“If I can only hold him for a little while longer,”
As I began my quest to touch him
I felt a zap sit me right next onto the old woman, Rena’s, sacks of oranges
“Proclaim who they are! They serve the King of Heaven and Earth!”
Stumbling off the sacks my eyes closed shut and
My body cradled towards the ground again
With his voice commanding, “Come out of her!”
I might as well be blind