Jessie Jeanine

Every time I commit a sin I bury the whip into His flesh. From those stripes, His blood is shed Hoping I will submit. I swing the hammer with such force The nails pierce His hands and feet His blood pours out to cover my sin A Lamb is slaughtered on Calvary.

Take me, break me and make me, dear Lord Just what You want me to be. For, I thought I knew best, but life is a mess Bestow mercy and grace upon me. Help me discover how easy it is To be selfishly lost in my pride. Uncover weakness and greed in me So, I […]

Those traumas I’ve faced have not been easy I’ve often questioned their value in tears But it was allowed to shape my character So that into my life He could appear. I will not harbor anger or resentment Nor do I have a need for revenge For God has kept a record of every wrong […]

I want to sing and dance with my arms lifted high Grow a set of wings and soar into the sky. Splash in a puddle, catch raindrops on my tongue A chance to live the childhood, Satan robbed me of. I want to remain innocent, always believing Never afraid, to show what I am feeling. […]

My biggest battle comes from within I must sort my emotions and deal with them. My biggest fear, I see in the mirror An empty soul that has never learned to grow.

Standing here all alone I wonder if I can be seen. I am deep in thought with tears I don’t understand what’s happening. I am thinking, but not out loud I wonder if anybody hears me. I write these poems when in fear of life and all that surrounds me.  

As a little girl growing up rarely was I tucked in. It’s a gift I’ve given my daughter everyday and now she is ten. The lights were out, a candle was lit you laid there by my side. Our prayers were lifted up to heaven you kissed me and we hugged goodnight.

Growing up I was always told That I’d never amount to anything good. I was always treated like an object For others to abuse whenever they wanted. I wasn’t allowed to show any feelings These I had to learn to bury.

My name is Jenny I’m only four I cannot smile My eyes are sore. You’ll never know How much I cry So many beatings I wonder why. I can’t make mistakes This I have learned Or I am punished With 3rd degree burns. I must never be bad Or I’ll go hungry I must be […]