Bad Belle,
You’ve risen higher than those who choose to hide,
Silent in shadows, with nothing to confide.
They taught you, “I’m enough,” don’t seek more,
But I won’t settle for that, no, I’ll soar.
You’d trade me for something bigger, for a dream,
A landmark grander, a distant gleam.
Here you wait, before Herod’s gaze,
A dance to perform, set to amaze.
But remember, my dear, what truly stays—
Forgiveness is worth more than their praise.
Heads on a plate might seem like a prize,
But it’s love that opens eternal skies.
They’ve grown old, yet you, little one,
Are stronger, brighter than the sun.
Show them the power of love like Celine Dion.
Let forgiveness flow, a holy art,
A gift to the soul, a balm to the heart.
They may not kneel, they may not pray,
But your love will light their darkest day.
Though you’re from a salvaged, broken past,
Salvation’s not bound to blood or class.
It’s personal, a truth you’ll see,
Even the blind will find their plea.
So make a change, let love be your guide,
Let joy and meekness walk by your side.
The earth belongs to those who are pure,
To those who love, and those who endure. Live with purpose, let love lead,
Walk the path where the humble succeed.
You are not me, you are your own,
A heart of gold, your strength is shown.
Finally, send kisses to meekness so you’ll inherit earth.
©Goodness makuochukwu
@yourpenship