UNREAL BUT I AM STILL... SPIRIT-FILLIED

 my brain 

works 

and my hearts 

hurts 

but  yet and still 

you treat me 

unreal 

now how 

am i 

suppose  to 

take that 

or feel 

other then 

wack 

and like 

God should 

take me back 

from which i came 

which from

his mind fame 

and 

his holy name 

WORD PLAY-DOH

 the world 

say 

that 

even today 

i should be thrown 

away 

yeah, 

discarded clay 

yeah, 

before I'm old 

before I'm grey 

yeah, 

all because of 

my disability

that others 

can physically see 

i can't 

get a lover 

under my cover 

or inside of me 

but Heavenly Daddy 

what does that mean?

yeah, 

especially since you made me 

to be 

a queen 

with

weaker wings 

MY WRITTEN CRY

Mrs. Jonathan ( Gift of God part 2)

 so 

God dropped me 

down here 

on Earth 

yeah, 

that was my birth 

yeah

my blessing 

and my curse 

yeah,

for my betterment 

and for my...

worse 

yeah, 

unrehearsed 

verse by verse 

but what a nurse 

Mrs. Jonathan ( Gift of God )

i  ride 

with a thorn 

in my side

that i wish 

i could hide 

for a kiss 

or 

to be 

a Mrs. Bride 

but damn 

here i am

feeling like 

pressed ham 

on a sandwich 

yeah feeling 

flat, whack 

and damage 

but then 

comes a gust 

of wind 

and 

the fight 

of 

the light 

begin

ADULT

 tongue me down

then sex me up 

yeah 

make me feel 

like a real 

peanut butter cup 

yeah what's up 

yeah 

treat me 

like 

the 90's 

yeah

come and find me 

and make me 

yours 

yeah 

wax my

 floors 

yeah

have me beggin' 

for me 

until we are still 

or sore 

in our core

TEENAGER

God 

do me favor 

make me a teenager 

again

yeah 

so i can 

spend time

 with my friends 

yeah 

ride around

town 

like class clowns 

with no frowns

in sight 

yeah just enjoying 

a Friday night 

and me 

not feeling 

like i have 

a disability 

at all 

but God

it's your call 

yeah 

i just wanna 

experience

this Fall

like 

it's 

my last one 

yeah 

like having fun 

in my past