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Rahab's Daughter

She is loud and defiant
her feet never stay at home;
now in the street, now in the squares,
at every corner she lurks.


She comes with much enticing
her words never faltering;
now in my head, now in my soul,
in every crevice she roams.


Inside, walls painted white with
innocence long forgotten;
now in her room, now in her bed,
continuing tradition.


Trapped alone, made a trophy
another one to display;
now locked within, now locked away,
longing for what used to be.


She was loud and defiant,
my feet should have stayed at home;
now in the street, now in the squares,
at every corner I look.


*Stanza 1 -- Proverbs 7:11-12*






That's all for today.  I'll update soon.


Maybe.