The Great I am

I know that shes miserable, that's why shes looking at me....
finding something to try to obliterate or decompose of myself esteem...
She has everything that means anything to a world who says you only have value if you can afford the materialistic things, that death will demand you leave behind anyway...
She hates me...
I am the statistic... I have nothing... I don't own any houses or rent any cars, I don't have my hair done by million dollar beauticians or dance amongst the stars... I am the everyday legend the ordinary hero with a whole lot of baggage under my cape no summer home in the Hampton's to get away to, when I want to escape...
So why do i smile?
Because when I am angry I go within the swell of myself and calm the inner storm, because I have learned to rewrite the tragedies of my life turn them into testimonial triumphs and give my a life a new norm.
Do I like having to wait on the bus while my make up melts to mud?
Do I enjoy taking my baby on a four hour trip every morning only to barely beat the sun?
Do I feel good knowing that I work harder than the CEO of any fortune five hundred company leading corporate America... and am broker than the guy who shines his shoes.
Do I feel cheated like my time as been wasted my self esteem abused.
Every morning I feel all of these things... but despite what society thinks I can't stop the movement of my feet...
this is why she hates me....
Not because she doesn't understand me, But because she does understand me perfectly, has everything while I have nothing and am still able to stand...
It doesn't matter that she refuses to teach me equations, it doesn't matter that because of this I have to go home study twice as hard just to make it.
It doesnt matter that she tries to disrobe my charm, undo the bracelets on my finely crafted arm...
None of that matters...
Because this does...
One day I will be the queen sitting next to god,
I will save this sinful world, rewrite history illustrate the present create a future that wont leave the next generation broken and lost..
It matters that I can love the faces of people that I have never even seen.
That I can open up my house and empty whats inside to anyone who ask of me.
It matters that I was called to sacrifice myself and lay down my life for the work of the great I am.
It matters that with my mind alone I will be the voice to whisper to the water and stop the flow of the dam.
Does it bother me that someone can own the world and still want it all.
Of course I have anger that stands still...
But I will retire the lessons of the teacher of this world, keep up my smile while carrying out gods will...