My Independence

CATEGORY

just different

I have a good-looking piano
I have a splendid kitchen…
overflowing with fruit
I have a wonderful future
to look forward to
I have a hearts for
harmonizing with my sister;
my voice sounds like a flute
I have a couple of guitars…
but no drums to pound on
I have tons of songs to write…
for you
I have a decent apartment –
a family-oriented environment
I have drawings all over the place…
hanging up on my walls
I have an awesome summer
to set my mind on
Ha-ha,
but unfortunately,
I have to stay busy with my mowing job…
But I won’t have time
to laze around and sob!
I need to stay true
to my schedule…
No time for summer school…
thank the Lord Almighty ~
No time to horse around…
Oh no!
No time to act naughty ~
I have a room
I share with my bro…
BUT he plays his rap music too loud,
Yah know?
I have a trillion poems to organize
I’m lacking motivation fuel
Every day,
I want to be satisfied with what I have
and I refuse to feel unhappy
Every day,
I always long for
more confidence to exterminate my negativity
Every single day,
I have to admit that
I can get stubborn at times
Almost every night,
I search for the answers…
In prayer,
I seek for my
Deliverance from Egypt
Help me stay focus and be equipped
Or I’ll be outstripped
Or…whipped
I have a virtuous, marvelous God
Who crafts miracles?
Who gives everyone blessings that deserve it?
Who delivers people out of Egypt? 
Who listens and answers to our supplications?
Who is the Father of us all?
Is it God? – Yes
I have a long-term goal
That sticks to my brain like brain tissue
I have a family who taught me how to sing
Who taught me
The difference between what’s right
And what’s wrong
I have a million things to do…
Invigorating ideas shimmers anew
Ideas for the summertime…
Lists of things to do to keep myself busy
At least I have some friends and family
to spend time with 24/7 –
That’s what I call
True Heaven
I’m thirsty for assurance
I’m hungry for reverence
I’m hoping to be of your assistance
Not your adversary…not your encumbrance… 
But, I’m sick of playing the fool –
I’m probing for His acceptance 
I’m yearning for my independence,
not your vengeance…not your eloquence…