She cries but she

Just can’t comprehend

Why she is not accepted

For who she is…

The way Jesus would look at her,

Instead she is…

Stigmatized for her condition

It is her weakness, her cripple,

Those hurtful words they toss

In her placid pond

Causes a ripple-

Effect

And men pass her by

Because they say she is defect

When they need to look at their

Reflections and get their own selves

In check…

For judgment is what cripples them,

Although there is no medical term.

The diagnosis confirms

That ignorance is their controller,

So with this said,

How can you throw stones because

She is bipolar?

If a woman has cancer or diabetes

Or she is blind,

You are going to up and turn away,

Putting yourselves on a pedestal?

Well, fate is what you will find.

For what if you are struck with

An illness you can’t control?
With blindness, or cancer, or disease

Taking control…

Would she say, “forget him, I don’t want him

Because he’s not perfect,” put yourself

In that scenario
Mr. morally defect.

So she is strong, she is confident,

Yet those evil doers say that is a weakness?
Should she be a mousy doormat, a robot,

To do anything he pleases?

Maybe in the sixties, but this is 2009.

Women are independent, they don’t need a man

To get by.

She may have her condition

But God loves her for who she is.

For although she suffers,

He gives her an overabundant supply of talents,

Spirituality and a realization

That these ones who pass her by

feed her medication…

Their B.S saying she ain’t worth their time

Because she is “too much” “too intense”

All their weak and pathetic rhymes.

That have no rhythm, just the same words

Over and over again,

But they nick at her self-esteem,

And she starts accepting them.

What she needs is someone like Jesus,

Who will accept all of her,

Who can cool her fiery intensity

When it starts to burn.

A man who predicts her moods

And strategizes a plan

To get her out as fast he can.

He has kindness pouring out his eyes…

Christianity oozing out his pores…

His words caress her skin,

So loving and wise,

More than anything his love is

What she longs for more.

Now that she has accepted who she is,

She needs to seek for that man

Instead of looking in the wrong direction.

Holding her arms out for rejection

Instead of longing for protection.

From her Savior who accepts her

Flaws and all,

Through life he carried her,

Sustained her,

Picked her back up.

For from the beginning of time

He could foresee her fall…