My Life

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My Life

My friends most had left me, my family they disowned.  I traveled to dangerous places, there streets I did roam.  I found instant gratification in a object the size of a pea.  It changed my whole appearance.  I went from ok to crack headality.

 

Now society will call me an outcast, while politicians call it a crime.  My grand mom calls it pitiful to sell your ass for nicks and dimes.  My children barely speak to me; their embarrassed by my ways, my son says he’s hip to me.  If I beg to borrow until I get paid. 

 

Now the preachers and the doctors all say it’s a matter of time, the ones say’s its medicine, the others say I’m blind.  I’m alone in an alleyway, my clothes are tattered and torn, my hair is a mess and my stash is all gone.

 

I look up through the building to the heavens above.  I ask GOD to send his angels with his unfailing love.  I beg them for forgiveness of all of my sins.  They tell me that he loves me and a new life I can begin.

 

Now that road I told you was rugged, I had stumbled half the way.  I now walk it straight, yet never forgetting yesterday.  My friends and family maybe leery but everything takes time.  As long as I trust in Jesus, my life will be just fine.

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TARAINK commented on My Life

07-25-2009

wow! this is inspirational, alot of people can relate to this. It always decent when you can fall way off track and then find your way again. what doesnt kill you makes u stronger.

chosen commented on My Life

07-06-2009

When you know Jesus, everything is ok and nothing and no one can touch U. Keep looking up and know that God will supply ur every need.....and things fall right in to place according to HIS will, not urs....

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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