How am I supposed to be me when being me makes so many
others uncomfortable
It’s not like I am destructible, or corrupt
It is not like I can just tell everyone to adjust.
I stay to myself a lot of the time, mainly just because
I know my mind is so big and open to whatever is
Out there
God made me so no one could be like me, and I am not the
type
To sit closed minded and in a box, I don’t think that’s
unfair.
I am a visual individual, must be a mental aboriginal
I think I have been here before,
My realistic imagination is formidable
Maybe it is because I believe in the possibilities
Just like, I believe It is possible for man to dwell
together, in reality
I believe that people do not always have to want and want and
want
I believe Cops will lay down egos, and stop killing while
being so nonchalant
There is the possibility that I am able to be me, without
being judged for not wanting to be like you
I can speak as I want to speak, and write what I want to
write, boldly about what I believe to be the truth
I believe in the possibilities that my past will be
accepted
There is this possibility that my upcoming failures will not
always be expected
It is possible that a husband and wife’s stereotype will be
a marriage of at least 20 plus years
I believe the status of Christ will no longer be black or
white, but be what he is, which is God that walked down here
Like I said, my mind is full of hope, and maybe one day my
words spoken soon will be life existing
And though life is twisting us around, maybe everyone will
come around to be as GOD mentally coexisting
Yea, I know… it was a good thought though.
And I believe that possibilities are endless, and maybe me
speaking more will lead more to do right
Because I know he strengthens me, I can do all things
through Christ……
The one described in the Bible….
Isaiah 53:2
2 For he
grew up before him like a young plant,
and like a root out of dry ground;
he had no form or majesty that we should look at him,
and no beauty that we should desire him.
Revelation 1:13–15
13 and in the midst of the seven lampstands One like the Son
of Man, clothed with a garment down to the feet and girded about the chest with
a golden band. 14 His head and hair were white like wool, as white as snow, and
His eyes like a flame of fire; 15 His feet were like fine brass, as if refined
in a furnace, and His voice as the sound of many waters;
I can do all things through this guy………..
Which I believe to be the truth……
“xpressurself”
