Judging till Distruction

--A poem by Me--

So you think you have an idea so you feel as though you know but you dont.
She walks around with her head held high and such.
But you judge so you dont care as much.
When she leaves the public eye, Her head drops, there's a sigh.
To the blind eye she's alright.
But i see her hide inside, cry inside.
And im determined to find out why.
So i pray to the heavens above to let me walk in her shoes for one day and one night.
I wake up and i am her. i am in her. now its me apart of her.

I call us 'We'.
We wake up early 3:45am.
We say a prayer. We say amen.
We clean this house of seven bed rooms before the parents awake.
We cook and clean so everybody but 'We' can have a good day.

We rush out the house forschool as we wipe the tears away.
We feel as though school is a bitter sweet escape.
Because now we must fake.
The designer clothes creat an illusion that we're okay.
And we're content with the fact that people think we're better than everyone.
Because at home we dont exsist. We aint shit.
And its cool that dudes use 'We' just for our beauty. Its better than using our face just to hit.
And yeah we keep lookin in this mirror to maKe sure the make-up is covering the bruises.
It's cool that the girls hate us and say that we're cocky.
Its better than getting knocked to the floor as soon as we enter the door of our home. So use to it by now its not even shocking.

So as we lay down at night ipray to the heavens above that i am released from this girls body so i can help her.

Now its the next day and i cant wait to make a difference. But it seems as though she found a greater escape.

Between life and death she saw no difference.



*Are you judging till distruction? Do you know what somebody is really going through before you open your mouth and eyes to creat a image of who you think they are. Our struggles are so different. To you somebody might have all the riches in the world. But riches do not make the soul. Beauty does not make the heart. And neither give you life.*

Comfort.

I was never comfortable.
I am never comfortable.
I will never be comfortable.

The only comfort I have is in God.

But while here on this earth. There is no way. The one thing I have not been able to escape on this earth is the will to never settle. Now whether thats bad or good. I have yet to find out. I just cant get too comfortable with the people i know. I cant be comfortable with the city I live in. I cant find comfort in my job and I dont find comfort in my fashion. I cant find comfort in a promise. I dont find comfort in my mind. The only thing I find comfort in, complete comfort, is in GOD! I close my eyes and pray. And the world vanishes. And the comfort I find in God is enough. Enough to get me through, another day on this earth, where I am completely uncomfortable.