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I humbly ask the angels
In this my hour of need —
If it truly deserving is
That I am indeed —
To, clustering around me,
Hover closely o’er,
To go about, behind, beneath
And watchfully before
For I am sore beset
And none, it seems, can aid or know
The terrifying gauntlet
Through which I daily go
It’s always been a lonely one
In good and noble sooth,
And sometimes full of fear,
This dark and dismal path of truth
As is received among us
In but partiality —
Tolerated only so far
Any true defender be
And so I ask, in Love’s sweet name
That protective forces bless
Th’ increasing totality
Of my frail helplessness
In face of hatred, face of fear
Of misunderstandings shame:
When asked the author of my plight
It is myself that they will name
And this from a defence which,
Undertaken for their very sake,
Is that of which they presently
Much merriment make
But I am not alone — this story
Very ancient be
Since e’er the time of Jesus Christ
Until, here now, to me
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The poet/editor of this website is physically disabled, and lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. Contributions may be made at:https://www.gofundme.com/are-you-a-patron-of-the-arts
