I am sick … not from me
But, from you … believe me
I will not swallow your pills
You’ve placed on the table

I can send you a bill ..
For all my help and expertise
I given you a lot while, you gave me none
Am not a fool!

Now, I know your horrific intentions
Not good for me!
You cruel and a beast from out of this Earth
This is you … what, that of an uncolored Earth?

Just because, I taught you
You think, you on top of this mountain
I can easily bring you down, when I stop
Being your creative MD, time expired!

However, I won’t helped you maintained
That thrown, you set to seek
I know, better now
Instead, I will pray for you

Because, is the right thing to do
I will run from you, you now
Must give me space to grow
So perfectly, as my God gets rid of you

It’s me that He’ll stay
I will, thus help, only those seeking me
Good to be aid … will help
You will no longer good, you won’t crushed me

He will not permit …
For you to rotten me
You a rotten apple!
You will not, knock me from the tree

I am held onto this tree
By gravity …
You can’t no longer
Throw rocks at me

You seemed to arrive
From out of space
Am not a space cadet
Am spiritual, you not

I prefer to be with Him
A woman of God, am
Why can’t you? … know, “If God with me,
Thus, no one is against me!”

I will be persistent …
I will resist you, you like a cat
Despite, you trashing me
I will not allow myself to be tarnished

I see the bluest of skies and colors
I am with the sun … lighting the days
You are not, you dark inside unlike, the moon
That lights …No matter, how white, still black
inside …

Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet