Is my life worth nothing?
That you crush it underfoot like a farmer does a pest weevil?
You treat your dogs like beloved children.
But me you dishonour as one with no life inherent.
Ideas and ideations your kind hold in high esteem.
But the thought of me repulses you to the moon and back.
You hold the sway over me, for decades, I am treated worse than a hunter’s kill.
Every day, my DNA groans under the weight of your chains on the neck of my forebears.
Your Holy Book says, and I quote
‘God created man in his own image, male and female created he them’.
Why then do I look in your eyes and the reflection I see of me
Is a picture, not of the imago dei, nor of anything that resembles God’s craftmanship.
In your eyes, o strong man, I am nothing,
I am no-one,
I am of less value than a worm.
To be trampled underfoot, crushed, broken, discarded.
You who wield the rod of power, I do accept that you have won this battle.
But for the war, I see a different vision.
A future of you laying wounded in the dirt,
Bloated from your ego, imploding from the toxicity of your unending greed
And I, just to let you know that, I
On that glorious day, shall lay no finger on you.
For my maker fights for me.
No broken reed will I break, nor scorn you in your doom.
Lucifer, see, the red sea opens its mouth to swallow you!
As I, and God’s children, once oppressed, now walk free.
Received at the pearly gates, into a kingdom of eternal rest.
To you I am worth nothing, but to my Saviour, I am worth His Life!
