Memories, a double-edged tragedy
Making copies, carrying past trophies,
Always on time, always loud in the morning—
Wake up call, five eggs and lots of coffee,
Daily is like laundry, same colors, same
Temperature, burger King memories, soda
For free, Starbucks in the wake up calls—
A daily pass to get out back in the world
So cruel—wrecking ball would appall us
All! White clothes for the darkened colors
Of the world’s best sinners! I have a feast
But are the lame invited? Are the blind around
Me even if they can’t see my faceless invitation
My heartless inventions—
I am a homosexual! Yes, I am! I am a lesbian!
I am a sexual predator, I am a_____don’t say it!
I am a blank page of messiness, I am a proclivity
Against gravity, I am in love with sin’s cavity—
I am shiny on the outside and gross on the inside!
All this depravity why should we say it ain’t so!
For failure is how you grow
Sinless is for the Savior
Sinful is for the mercy bender like me
I am in need of good news for all I see is bad
Words and letters written all over of me—
I am Your epistle! I am love’s missle!
I am the mission God—to save me is Your
Mission!
Memories, a double-edged tragedy
Making copies of the old me,
Handing them out around town
You appeared like a gardener
You appeared for a garden like me
You appear to break the thorns I carry
I am the thistle
I am love’s missile
I am incapable of saving myself—
Start a fire God, burn that which is already
Smoke, is nothing but a joke of an effort,
Is a green screen full of fake dessert
Sweet, good and pleasure—its all from You
Teach me how to love what is right!
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