Poem #5

Hard knock life excuses bear no good grief
How can I fulfill my fantasies
With discouragement at my feet
I don’t have to shake hands with every devil that I meet
The truth is that they’re really scared to meet me
Because they know the name I carry
Is the one that makes them weak
A Child of God
So to speak
And I don’t need nothing interrupting my peace
I have belief in my feet
Week by week
I have broken free from being broken
Piece by peace
I don’t need another soul to stay awoken
Just the King and me
I don’t believe in discouragement
I believe in me



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