I AM
I AM…
In the beginning it was easy
Carefree fancy-free
A spirit which was not yet contaminated by the judgment of the world
It became a little harder as the years went on
I began to wondered if I fit it, if I was good enough, liked
My mom told me she loved me but I wanted to know if the rest of the world thought I was ok
Kids are mean; they too wanted to feel accepted at any expense
Who am I, what do I stand for?
I don’t need to explain who or what I am, I am perfectly designed, with an eternal spirit of love
I want only for all to realize the love that they too have within
We are all perfect energy fields of love waiting to have the layers of the mind pealed back
I want to see you for who you REALLY are, a perfect reflection of the creator.
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