The Weaker Vessels

We bear bundles of joy and suffer
As you count our flesh and bone as worthless,
Muffling our wailing ’cause it’s a bother.
With hearts of sponge we soak up your stress,
And are only there to clean up your mess.
Don’t you remember what you have been told?
Men of might, we shall tell you this:    
We are the weaker vessels, sealed with gold.

When protector became predator,
The words we said were counted as silence,
So you didn’t take “No” for an answer.
You bruise our flesh ’til it’s amethyst,
But our Witness will snap your bones like twigs.
Because of this truth, we can stand bold,  
For He hears our cry in the wilderness.
We are the weaker vessels, sealed with gold.

Our melted crystals of salt water
Trickle down into the River Justice.
We offer upon the altar
Liquid ruby shrieking, “Vengeance!”
Look at us—delicate as the first kiss.
We’re not designed for filthy hands to hold
But for glorious, eternal purpose.
We are the weaker vessels, sealed with gold.

“Miss with red lipstick and little black dress,
       For what fair price can you be sold?”
“Leave me be and save your touches.
       I am the weaker vessel, sealed with gold.”