The presence of emotions kills my boast
While in this body which is my host
I talk so strong, yet I’m weak
My fact is healthy, my truth is sick
I’ve been through hell, and smell like smoke
Battling the pressuring thoughts that make me choke
I work daily, to my fears defeat
But the mirror says, I’m first on the list
Oh! I’ve been abused outside the manual
It’s sad to think a debased me is normal
This wisdom finds only a very few
That looks beyond size, strength, and hue
Now I search for the real barer of the name I’m called
Only to find in my deepest remorse
That I am the extension of God
Living in a body made of clay
- David Omodunmiju
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 2:52 AM UTC
The presence of emotions kills my boast
While in this body which is my host
I talk so strong, yet I’m weak
My fact is healthy, my truth is sick
I’ve been through hell, and smell like smoke
Battling the pressuring thoughts that make me choke
I work daily, to my fears defeat
But the mirror says, I’m first on the list
Oh! I’ve been abused outside the manual
It’s sad to think a debased me is normal
This wisdom finds only a very few
That looks beyond size, strength, and hue
Now I search for the real barer of the name I’m called
Only to find in my deepest remorse
That I am the extension of God
Living in a body made of clay
- David Omodunmiju
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