poem #2

Slowly approaching realness

Explaining to myself that I knew my purpose would be those horrific highlights within the tests throughout my time

Letting myself know that when I decided to place my feet into pure waters I would be supreme of my prime

Understanding that I could be misunderstood

Praying I’ll never steal time to listen to the devil who is forever the antonym of good

Having the certainty and the knowing that God sent me here to be me

Be me in Him

That’s the only way a I’ll be able to truly breathe

Even with filth in the air

The only way I can remain senseful

While staring in the face of despair

It is my journey

And I’m grateful to still have more to add to my testimony

I ran away from the truth that would always seep through the cracks and taunt me

My mind was in a jail and I had to release myself

I had the key

God was only waiting for my exhale

So do what you must with me

Help me fill hearts with purity

Substantial stumbling will not have me crumbling unless I decide to get on my knees

And pray that you keep me in realness and you keep me at your plead



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