a word, just a wet sweet word
from Your lips Ruby and Red
with Redemption and Resurrection.
Mama I need
a touch, just a finger
upon my brow so thick,
so unfine and bony and ugly.
Mama I need
to hear You, near and dripping
in comfort and tender compassion
Mama, I need
to know if it even
matters or moves
anywhere that makes
a true lasting difference
Mama I need
a poem of purity
a verse that is pretty
a body that’s fit
and a being acceptable
Charissa's Grace Notes 
Hey I really like your work! I am putting together a poem book that touches on what the youth face today, bullying, love, joy, identity etc. It features pieces by bands and also individuals. I think some of your work would be great! You can click on my “Book Submissions” post and learn more about it if you are interested.
Thx!
Wow that’s cool, thank you very much. If it makes a difference, I’m not that young in chronology, though in transition I’m like 14! Lol I will look at it this weekend
Excellent poetry!!!
Broken by the last stanza.
Gorgeous, Charissa. Mama IS quiet these days, but I know she’s there. xo
Thanks…She showed up today as a big bloody hand around me? And I was a lacerated and bloody pulp in Her hand, and She was squeezing me out, and as that agony flowed, the drops fell towards the earth and along the way, in the air they were transformed by light into drops of nectar and balm…it was such a strong declaration of He having heard my dumb bunny butt praying and wanting to be like Jesus…drrrrrrrr
That’s not a dumb bunny butt prayer at all!! I’m afraid I’ve been stealing Him away from you. Been a rough week, sister. But gonna run a canyon today and be better – I hope you will, too. Xo
DEAL!!! Love you so, run on and me I will be squeezed on!!!
Loved reading this poem again and then looking at the comments between us. I remember it well – and it was exactly a year ago today! Kinda cool, huh? I need you to resend me the password for “canyons” xo
Ahh! It’s my pet name for you, lower case ❤👭❤
I know!! I love it…Rissa Roo ❤️