my focus

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my focus

i refuse to pollute my mind
gifted by God the up most high
higher than any man he made
bigger than words from mans mouth
humans think they reign
until there plans go south
what is dis about\
man you bleed like me
let's see what's your social status means in eternity
high sounding words and shiny things
reputations, credential, those things
we kill for
what will they all mean
when tomorrow is no more
Jesus, I said Jesus
when he comes
then we'll find out \ who's who
when credit scores won't matter
when criminal records won't be taken into account
when what you intended to do
means absolutely nothing
then we will see
who's really worth looking at
or where their cooking at





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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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