Am I Wrong ?
What wrong with me? Why can’t I get this right?
I am trying here, can’t you tell? I feel like I am dying here trying
To do what’s right here. But I got ten on my left side telling me come,
Be like us and I got twenty more on my left telling me come HATE like us. With no
Love, no hope, no dream just money, cars and vain dreams,
I used to ask myself why do I have the need to fit in, why do I have the
Need to breathe in somebody else’s dream
When I have a whole world willing to bend down to me, because
In Genesis 1:26 God said “Let us make man in our image according to
Our likeness; let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, over the birds,
And over the cattle, and every Creeping thing that creeps on the earth.” So as I see my own dream
Creep upon this Earth and as it sore like bird I will rule and have dominion over it. I won’t let somebody
Else’s dream rule over me. Now I ask myself is there something wrong for not
Wanting to fit in , to the image of what other people want me to be?
Something wrong with this poem?
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