Remember back when sin and I shook hands?
Well, meet pride — he already understands.
He runs the show, he takes the bow,
He loved the lies, and he loves them now.Pride and I, oh’, we struck a deal;
"No need for help, just fake what’s real."
I let that idiot take the wheel-
But then I welcomed the Spirit-
And the love caught my breath,
Exposed my wounds, the shame, the death.
The hairs stood tall upon my skin.
My vision blurred, the fear crept in.
I looked beyond but heard each word—
Every. Syllable. Deeply. Stirred.
My head went left, then swung to right,
Trying to erase the sight.
But I was frozen, stuck and mute,
My silence loud, my body brute.
These words fit tight, like it has come back to finish me.
As I asked for my last breathe.
I watched myself drift through the scene,
The vehicle cold, surreal, unseen.
Standing over my lifeless body-
the officer’s hands began to shake,
But mine stayed still — no move to make.
It was too much for me to bear,
Until my hands rose in the air-
“STOP. Enough. You must stop.”
Those were the only words I got.
No sound remained, no voice, no track,
Just time crawling till my sight came back.
I saw myself — the hairs still rose.
A feeling deep that no one knows.
I whispered, “What is this inside?”
Is it guilt… or grace I try to hide?
Feeding flesh its sweet disguise,
Or feeding soul what never dies?
The only reason I stand brand new—
Is I got sick of my own sin, too.
I Am Katrina Chase
06/05/2025
Police ID woman struck by West Palm police car; no charges to be filed
Lulu Ramadan lramadan@pbpost.com
https://www.palmbeachpost.com/story/news/2016/08/28/police-id-woman-struck-by/7832683007/
