My Name is Carla

“You never knew me. And that is your judgment.”

I Never Knew You

21 “Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of heaven, but the one who does the will of my Father who is in heaven. 22 On that day many will say to me, ‘Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name, and cast out demons in your name, and do many mighty works in your name?’ 23 And then will I declare to them, ‘I never knew you; depart from me, you workers of lawlessness.’

Matt. 7:21-23

My name is Carla, I shout it loud and strong.

I shake my head as curls bounce, sunlight glistening off the red brown edges.

My skin clear, my cheeks a blush. 

My lips so full they beg you drink kisses from their curves. 

My eyes are hypnotizing, invoking a trance that holds your soul.

I know this but I do not use my power, I let you choose.

You wanted me, pursued me, you spoke of love. 

Could I have known you’d take me, abuse me, beat me down like the Samaritan who lay dead? 

Where is my love song, my letters in ink, prose, poetry, from the lips of a lover. 

There is none for me.

I pick my self up, grab my shirt, pull it together and wipe the blood from my lip.

You took me, abused me, but you never added my soul to your chest of disillusioned ones. 

For I am more than thighs and curves, more than red lips and dark eyes. 

You never knew me. 

You never drank in my wine of sweetness, stayed drunk on my beautiful gifts. 

I would have offered them to you had you not torn and ripped from my body what wasn't yours to take.

I shake the dust from my curls, dry tears from my eyes. 

I lift my head high, and just so you know…. my names not really Carla.