Still waiting to be Free
I come from a place where
people are judged by the tone
of their skin
Where no one is comfortable in their own skin
Society is as twisted as a rope
Where to begin...
People are "bad,"
Not enough hair is "good"
Catfished daily because we are technologically
enabling our social skills
Are we for real?
Twilight zone in full effect
and I have not reached my third decade yet
Chronologically a baby but my
heart was here before
And its been reconstructed...
Partially-- need I compare it to the
Tapan Zee?
Then the light set me free
As long as my eyes were not dim
I swam even though it felt like I was sinking
at times
My mind perhaps my largest obstacle
Especially when its full
I need it to be judgement free
So I plea as it continues to assault me
and them
So how do I get over this?
I love hard
First me and then them
Trusting only in the One
That I can always and forever depend
Not a drink or few
Not food with a side of breaking the scale, too
I am worth more
"We can do better!," says the girl in the mirror
Then she turned on the news...
“I don’t want you killing my child just because he walked out the door”
God, I know you are out there
but did you hear?
Did I get through to You?
Shay Nefeteria