My body has become more than just his temple With these tattoos on me like a picture book it has become a canvas This is when two worlds collide And one can't tell the difference from the other In what is wrong and what is right My words have become more than just his prayers With logistical reasoning I stand and ask of why For my father is defiance the way I want to open up my mind My lungs have become more than just his air Since pollution is inhaled and oxygen exhaled One might of thought I was a tree But is the brown bark rolled over green leaves what's in me. My knees have become more than just for praise For times I kneel between to sets of tighs attached to drums and eat sushi Until my hunger is filled with fried chicken and fish He sees graffiti on his temple not art He sees the devil on his tongue not why He sees smoke in his lungs not light He sees Eve by his side not his wife He sees the apple split in half for him to eat not fish He sees Adam in me.
Never let your value be determined by another person. No such thing as being let down just un-expectation. Enjoy.