Evolution of the Outcast
There she stood , wondering outside;
exposed, wretched, its taken her life
her scars laid beneath the waters of Nile,
cleanses her soul to a new born life,
confessed her sins both day and night.
Accused, mocked and rejected,
but now she stand as a new creation;
skin of radiant glowing white,
eyes of the majestic blue sky,
illuminating her power inside.
Her scars all gone by the light,
was rejected but now she rise.
Overcame terror, death and fright,
pure flesh and blood , now she rise,
conquering her sins in the grave at night.
She is no daughter of mine,
claims her loved ones at times;
for she was a disgrace, past her time.
Now her prosperity shines more than just dimes.