Finally I can hear
It …
My spirit …
It speaks to me now
Loud and profound
Resounding joy!
Intuition
Or inner voice?
6th sense
Or clairvoyance?
Maybe …
But lately I’ve notice
My focus has changed …
My prior aims sought gain
By bartering
Another person’s fortune
In lieu of my own pain
Explaining this would be
The same as saying
I was delaying my own goal
In hope of
“Through sickness and in health”
And
“To have and to hold”
I’ve been told
Over and over
By earthly vocals
How I seem sooo hopeful …
Little did they know
I felt hopeless
I let stress distort the image
I saw in the mirror
I let other people’s idea
Of what a “Good Career” is
Influence and shape
My long term
Vision
I let religion tell me
That I was supposed to
Visit the Bishop at least
Once a week
Then he was going to preach
And I would feel better
The streets told me that
I had to be
“A Go Getter …
Get Yours Cause I’m Going to Get Mine”
This slogan ran through my mind
A million times
Before I realized
It had nothing to do with
Crime
But far too often
My “Kind”
Has marketed that
Slangin’ “Dimes”
In exchange for
Bangin’ “Dimes”
Is how we define
“Go Getting”
Forgetting that
All that “Getting”
Will be followed by
Prison
If you’re not
Living right
But right now
I’m living life!
Accepting that
THERE IS A “RIGHT”
Now …
Forever enlightened within …
I know that change begins
With me
In me is where
The problem lies …
How I felt inside
Widened my waistline …
Food wasn’t my weakness …
I was just to weak
To confront the very things
That caused me to
Eat
I used procrastination as a
Cover up
For patience …
Blaming others for my own laziness
Convincing myself I didn’t need friends …
All the while
Time was wasting
Many nights
My spirit and I communicated
But a depressed mind
Couldn’t translate it
So it faded …
Not knowing that this unknown
Language was the key
To my physical
Salvation
This is why
TRUE patience
Is the reason I “Get It”
Forgiveness is
A hidden pleasure …
Self acceptance seems forbidden
But it’s a treasure
Now when the Bishop speaks
I nod in agreement
Because I let the spirit read it …
My mind translated it …
So when you see me
You can’t help but to
Believe it
I not only
Look it …
But I speak it …
I not only speak it
But I’m not afraid to
Teach it
My beliefs no longer
Subject me to become
What I see
On TV,
The streets can teach me nothing
“Hustlin” in its truest form
Is a product of
Deceit
Lying to you means
I’ve already lied to me
So I’ll never do that
Again
If I call you friend
It’s because we are
Spiritual twins
And
The physical shouldn’t matter
What good is it to be thin
If your ego is
Getting fatter
I would rather ‘plumpin’
My esteem and get
My ego lean …
And this was the point when
My spirit leaned in
Whispering
‘Maybe a salad would be better than a 3 piece”
This was my thinking ..
40 pounds ago
