STILL HERE

I’ve been scared  and  bartered.                              My hopes the wind done  scattered.                           Snow has froze me, sun has baked me.                     Looks like between’em  They done true to make me stop laughing; stop loving; stop lovin’__          But I don’t care !                I’m  still here!

My prime of youth is but a frost of cares;               My feast of joy is but a dish of pain;                       My crop of corn is but a  folder of tears;                 And all  my good is but vain, a hope of grain;      The day is past, and yet I saw no sun;                        And now I live,  and now my life is done.    

My take was heard, and yet it wasn’t  told;            My fruit  has fallen but my leaves are green,       My youth is spent and yet I’m  not old;                 I  saw the world, and yet I  wasn’t seen;                     My thread is set, and yet it is  not spun;                   And now I live, and now my life is done.

I sought my death and found it in my womb,      I looked for life,  and saw it was a shade;                   I trod the earth, and knew it was my tomb;       And now I die and now but made:                            My glass is full, and now my glass is run;                 And now I live, and now my life is done.

WRITTEN BY:

RHONDA KENDRICK