Pray Maria, El Diablo is here, he has come to kill, to murder I fear, I feel him stalking, in the shadows walking, pray Maria, for mi familia, for me.

I see them Maria, by Casa Marina, is it mama, papa, Helena, it’s unclear, on the rooftop Maria, at the edge, so near, pray Maria, for mi familia, for me.
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I see them walking, slipping, falling, I scream, but they just keep hurtling, weightless, dipping and before they hit the ground, they always disappear, pray Maria, for mi familia, for me.

Is it a dream, a vision, a pallid hallucination? Is it God telling me to hurry my indecision? Shall El Diablo strike before my great commission? Pray Maria, for mi familia, for me.

I was called, Maria, to such blessed career, a nun Maria, to service, to God, but what of Julio Maria, he is my love, my dear, pray Maria, for mi familia, for me.

Frederica is deflowered, sallow was her hour, Paloma wasn’t sour, said the pain gave her power, so shall I give in? To my Julio; not cower, pray Maria, for mi familia, for me.

You are lost, my child, you are broken and tossed, you must pray my child, a voice spoke, did quote, to save your soul, resist, abort, pray Maria, for mi familia, for me.

I try to resist, to run, to desist, but the dream persists, strains, insists, I cannot tell a soul, lest they tattle to the priest, pray Maria, for mi familia, for me.

I would not know where to begin, to explain, I cannot even fathom admitting it, being plain, it might all be in my head, thoughts, my brain, pray Maria, for mi familia, for me.

Gone are my days of joy, of peace, of laughter with friends, of sweetness and bliss, El Diablo has stolen them, diseased my dreams, pray Maria, for mi familia, for me.

I smile, I laugh, I giggle when they glance, do not pry, I pray, when you see tears by chance, I want help, I want joy, I want an end to this toil, pray Maria, for mi familia, for me.

Me skinny, me short, me simple, boyish, taunt, me fragile, me conflicted, me tortured, untaught, will I forever endure this merciless retort? Pray Maria, for mi familia, for me.

Then again the dream, El Diablo, the scream, falling, hurtling, people gathered at the scene, I cannot stand it, cannot take it anymore, pray Maria, for mi familia, for me.

Julio had a dream today, one of me and him, of lovemaking, tender kisses, torrid, obscene; can you believe it Maria, me sleeping with him? Pray Maria, for mi familia, for me.

My body is mine, my virginity, MINE! I cannot, will not dispense of my pride, divine, It irks me, hurts me, did I tempt him? No! Not by a smile, pray Maria, for mi familia, for me.

But maybe I did, by my dresses and glances, by my giggling and hugging and fingers grazing, dancing, oh Maria, I didn’t mean it, I swear it, pray Maria, for mi familia, for me.

What shall I do? Shall I bear his advances? Shall I leave the abbey, mass, my service? Shall it end my nightmares, El Diablo, shall he leave? Pray Maria, for mi familia, for me.

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This particular piece couldn’t be a success without the help of my Amazing friend, Eli Mwalimu ,who penned the words right from our beautiful conversation. We shared the idea of this particular piece and I couldn’t be more happier with how he drew the picture out so perfectly!Hope you enjoyed reading it.

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