Being me takes a lot of courage…sometimes I would become
discouraged because I started to discover I was different…a round peg I realized
I would never fit in. My face holds
several masks and as I discover a different part of me a mask falls past a
former version of me. Smile after smile I
hide what people can’t deny…..a guy that has the third eye….but I turn away
from others leaving me blind on one side…..one looks to the sky and the other
keeps a look out for thieves who wish to do me harm….nothing but a pawn I make
the first move to take my rightful place on the throne.
Peculiar people are frowned upon and trampled on but the
show must go on…we get up shake the dust from our feet but never except defeat …...the
apple never falls far from the tree but that depends on which fruit tree we
choose to eat. Our faith holds strong….God
holds our tongue so we do not do harm.
Beating after beating we take the left over stones thrown
and build thrones…..people of the world fear the unknown so it’s only right
they fear us…the unknown. Busy focusing
on the n.e.g.a.t.i.v.e it’s hard to see who we actually are meant to be…..an
example!
