- Apr 7, 2003
- 254
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My misconception of reality
have me backed into a corner of misery.
As I climbed my ladder of goals
I let the worlds insecurities stop my progress and flow
but like indy I realized I needed to write
I had to write
and it had to be dope
like the last poem I wrote
See I need to write cause it's my life
and through it I fight
I want to make it out the hood
With out the shed of more blood
No more
drivebys in the middle of the night
or livin in the drug infected streets that became my life
No more thoughts of death
or worryin when a stray bullet would take me home next
No more stressin about things
Cause out the hood it would change
See I had a dream of becoming all that I wanted to be
through my
intellectual creativity
but through all my pretending
I forgot about what was missin
I was up all night and up all day
and I relaized on the inside I was just clay
molded and shaped by man
I turned my head away and abandoned God's plan
I changed my walk and my talk
and God punished me by taking my thoughts.
I was down and out with no way to write
Then God said to me my life is your life
I stopped what I was doing and looked up.
And asked God why am I stuck?
Could I be anything before I knew me?
NO God answered with authority
I made you uniquily with a complex identity.
U are my child and you will be who I want
and until you understnd you'll forever be stuck.
I fell to my knees and surrendered until him
I prayed he'd forgive me and give me another chance
As I awaited an answer hoping he'd say yes
He put this pen in my hand and gave me this test.
He said write for me and
none else
I know you'll stumble a little but I'll handle the rest.
you are my child and I carrried you this far
You've fallen down but you always get back up.
My child I see your struggle I know your
.
Count on me for all blessings I give
Do all things for me and I'll take your emptiness
I raised my hands and Cried out
Thanks you father for sparing my life.
Copyright ©2004 Poetic-Soul-Sista
have me backed into a corner of misery.
As I climbed my ladder of goals
I let the worlds insecurities stop my progress and flow
but like indy I realized I needed to write
I had to write
and it had to be dope
like the last poem I wrote
See I need to write cause it's my life
and through it I fight
I want to make it out the hood
With out the shed of more blood
No more
drivebys in the middle of the night or livin in the drug infected streets that became my life
No more thoughts of death
or worryin when a stray bullet would take me home next
No more stressin about things
Cause out the hood it would change
See I had a dream of becoming all that I wanted to be
through my
intellectual creativitybut through all my pretending
I forgot about what was missin
I was up all night and up all day
and I relaized on the inside I was just clay
molded and shaped by man
I turned my head away and abandoned God's plan
I changed my walk and my talk
and God punished me by taking my thoughts.
I was down and out with no way to write
Then God said to me my life is your life
I stopped what I was doing and looked up.
And asked God why am I stuck?
Could I be anything before I knew me?
NO God answered with authority
I made you uniquily with a complex identity.
U are my child and you will be who I want
and until you understnd you'll forever be stuck.
I fell to my knees and surrendered until himI prayed he'd forgive me and give me another chance
As I awaited an answer hoping he'd say yes
He put this pen in my hand and gave me this test.
He said write for me and
none elseI know you'll stumble a little but I'll handle the rest.
you are my child and I carrried you this far
You've fallen down but you always get back up.
My child I see your struggle I know your
.Count on me for all blessings I give
Do all things for me and I'll take your emptiness
I raised my hands and Cried out
Thanks you father for sparing my life.
Copyright ©2004 Poetic-Soul-Sista
. I do this because God gave me a second chance.
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