Nov 2012
Thursday, December 10, 2009
she's growing
growing up right before my eyes
and its no surprise im growing too
i thought id be over this, but that's the first step
and i cant.
her feet are broken, and she cannot swim.
and how do i make her see it's okay to be,
tell me how
when the greats, o they have forgotten
and they have long sunk to the bottom
and the saints they have been demoralized
they know not the scent of their own blood
but kinley its okay to be
you are not forgotten
and you WILL NOT sink to the bottom
hold my hand and we will stand,
who will make a stand?
and we will shout to the sheep who thought it was better to be bought then free
kinley just you and me.
this pen and paper reap the paralyzing emotion i know too well
but i am preparing for a better tomorrow
just you and me we will stand
take back whats ours by our birth right
and i am a princess longing for a king
who just really wants to be a queen
and you know what i mean
kinley just you and me
i have short legs but i walk
you have a crooked mouth but you talk
and i want you to know even the barbies perched so high cant utter a word
and the cant dance this crooked dance
they cant whoop and holler
kinley we'll make it honest we can.
she's growing
growing up right before my eyes
and its no surprise im growing too
i thought id be over this, but that's the first step
and i cant.
her feet are broken, and she cannot swim.
and how do i make her see it's okay to be,
tell me how
when the greats, o they have forgotten
and they have long sunk to the bottom
and the saints they have been demoralized
they know not the scent of their own blood
but kinley its okay to be
you are not forgotten
and you WILL NOT sink to the bottom
hold my hand and we will stand,
who will make a stand?
and we will shout to the sheep who thought it was better to be bought then free
kinley just you and me.
this pen and paper reap the paralyzing emotion i know too well
but i am preparing for a better tomorrow
just you and me we will stand
take back whats ours by our birth right
and i am a princess longing for a king
who just really wants to be a queen
and you know what i mean
kinley just you and me
i have short legs but i walk
you have a crooked mouth but you talk
and i want you to know even the barbies perched so high cant utter a word
and the cant dance this crooked dance
they cant whoop and holler
kinley we'll make it honest we can.
This poem is about:
its about hope,and keeping on because we can. we have the power because we ARE loved,
no matter what they say about us we are loved
and we can make it.
Its about having what we see as disabilities and god conquering our fears of not being enough or doing enough. That Jesus never could save barbie because she though she was infallible. but the ***** was saved and the blind man and the harlot, the foreigner, the doubter, the murderer, the thief, the executor, the dying, and the dead, that even then we still have HOPE.Even then we still are LOVED.
its about hope,and keeping on because we can. we have the power because we ARE loved,
no matter what they say about us we are loved
and we can make it.
Its about having what we see as disabilities and god conquering our fears of not being enough or doing enough. That Jesus never could save barbie because she though she was infallible. but the ***** was saved and the blind man and the harlot, the foreigner, the doubter, the murderer, the thief, the executor, the dying, and the dead, that even then we still have HOPE.Even then we still are LOVED.
