Krissy Mosley Ministries

A  Motherhood’s Terrorism

completely annihilated from all children,

screaming with disappointment, and fear.

Threats from men, shocked many wombs,

religious thoughts of vengeance and justice.

Smashed together like bread and cheese.

The young woman strapped her back  loaded homemade bombs.

The preacher she became overnight.

Freeing the minds of women alike dancing and praying to Allah

Her resistance grew from servant-hood;

lacking the qualities of her ancestors.

She boldly stood overlooking her future of all woman-kind.

The blood cycle,

the battle of nurturer flipped onto its’ head,

going to work instead!

Becoming Susie homemaker !

A cake baker ,

husband’s personal crap taker!

She quietly said, I quit.

Poet Krissy Mosley

ME.

She stopped to tie her shoe while cleaning up the broken home.

Bent up with rage and exhaustion.

The young mother still in her nightgown.

Her three children all fast asleep

thoughts gathered like a “New England storm”.

There was no turning back .

Silent with tears streaming the end was near ,

all she had to do was jump.

Throw yourself into your purpose,

leap into your destiny!

Let go of all the dead passion.

Drive hard

swim underwater ,

run fast,

lift up your saggy breast.

Put on your best fashion.

Move out of the dark

pack up all the hatred,

its time for peace!!!

Poet Krissy Mosley

Dear failure, of the past and future,

I thank you now.

There would be no success without you.

The darkness has challenged the essence of my soul &

Buds once again the motive of my creativity .~Poet Krissy Mosley