Contemplations From A Black Star Citizen.
Long story of
Coming from
Insecurely humble beginnings.
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“Don’t write it like that;
I don’t think they’ll like it”
Blindly nodding to stray opinions.
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Is it still me
If I quarantine
And compartmentalize my thoughts
To what someone else
Believes is the better me?
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Good or bad, any me
Is the me I choose
Over a genetically modified
By-product meant to impress
Recipients of my illustrations.
– Original-Dante ©2016
Lovely poem from my sister, please check out her blog; plenty of good to be soaked in 😀
God save me…Save me from myself!
My Saviour my God….deliver me from this prison predicament.
I have tried and I have failed…I have fought and I have lost.
Incarcerated in this flesh…I am in a prison predicament.
Bound my own choices; Bound by my surroundings; Bound by my free will.
I am in a prison predicament; a quandary that is solely a product of my mind.
He came to seek and save the lost I hear, I am a sinner saved by grace, I question!
I doubt that which I claim to believe, I doubt that which I teach and claim!
We are all sinners saved by grace I think not!
 I am enslaved in this sin I ponder;
My Saviour my God…deliver me from this prison predicament.
My Carnal mind…like a moth to the flame, is prone to recidivism.
I sin, I cry, I cry…
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