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Journey
I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be
Pitch black darkness
Germinating in blackness
Getting nourishment from the master
You just don't get it.
You had plans for me
Your nest was packed tight with religious beliefs
Jesus saves and yet I'm not free
You relent that I can't see
Yet I'm not blind
Your the blind one leading me.
You see me as a puzzle
You try to force me into pieces where I don't fit
I let you once because I wanted to fit in
But now I'm not ok with being a Guinea pig
I'm on a journey that you can't comprehend.
You say I'm vulgar
Too open
Way too raw
You view me as broken
In need of fixing
But your mind is too small.
I ask questions
That you can't answer
Cause you were raised old school
You're my mother
I still love ya
But I've grown my wings.
I'm on a journey
And you can't help me
To comprehend
Some moves are worth making
Some risks are meant to be taken
To find MYSELF.
I can't answer your questions
I can't follow directions
When they box me in.
So I sit and stand
And I do a different dance and you call it sin.
I'm leaving packed churches
Getting my tithe back for my verses
And seeking God from within.
He is mine
I am his
Let the journey of separatism begin.
-T.Christine 2015
