....MINE.... = My thoughts/build off
….MINE….
You and I stood at opposite sides when the earth was crafted.
The earth was not created for you and I.
We were never supposed to meet,
to cross paths.
to fall in love
where our bodies became one.
But we did.
We were despicable in the eyes of the sinless.
To others,
I will call you water and myself fire.
To others,
my lust won’t reside in my heart.
To you,
I will long for you until you and I can run free.
Holding hands,
smiling as the world gasps in true
disgust.
….MINE….
“Though I walk through the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, for my God is with me.”Our earthly body is surrounded by the evil of this world. There is wickedness in the hearts of people and they possess selfish attributes. People condemn you, for being you. This light is the faith in God and His presence surrounds you.
“Though my soul may be set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night”
~ “The Old Astronomer to His Pupil” by Sarah Williams
….MINE….
Though my body may be changed by death, my soul will be lifted high. For I believe in my God to greatly to be fearful of the darkness.
Write two objects about love: pencil and lips
The head of your rod
Makes me feel good
After a day of erasable mistakes
The sensation of your curved smooth touch
Contrasts against my sharp existence
I’m not trying to come hard, I’m trying to come me
That’s why these older songs that I used to make I’d release free
What’s the point of rap if you can’t be yourself, huh?
That’s why I come first like my cell phone
I’m a role model, I am not these other guys
~ Childish Gambino “All the Shine”
….MINE….
I’m not trying to come soft, I’m trying to understand me.
What is me? I don’t personally know
They say I’m hurting, but I don’t believe it
There are no cuts that have found a home under my long sleeve
There are no bloodshot eyes that have emerged in the wake of sunlight
I don’t shield my eyes by my charcoal hair
Instead,
I sleep
Anxiously waiting to dream of a different life,
where my cloth is no longer stained by him,
where I know I know myself
and where I’m complete
Instead,
I stay locked inside my head
I fear the power of the mirror,
for it knows who I am and what I wish to be
I’m not trying to come soft, I’m trying to understand me.
