not your skin
Are you black or are you white are you brown or are you tan are you single do you have a man don't yoou know your life is in God's hand wether you rich or wether your poor know that God will close that door that you don't what's in store treat her like a Queen and she will feed you like a king not just know that their is always more in store for those that choose to have an open door policy. live in this world and abide by the rules b ut know that my teacher is jesus and i go to vicory school were I learned how to be a true leader one who does not judge a book by it 's cover one that does not hate an aimal for the way it looks or growls but one who can see the heart just like our creator the maker of heaven and earth the one who knew all human before their birth. Knowos their value knows their worth of course evil is alwyas present but it's your choice to look t hrough the eyes of love and forgiveness or look throuugh a judgmental critical eye they have their own oppinion of who I am and then take the lead.
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I am 23 and im going to live my dream i refuse allow racism or poverty stop go ahead gossip about me about how im being struck by lighning and how i was bit by a pitbull walking one day on my way to school white man don't want me to get my education tell me no everytime i ask a question about why they don't like the color of my skin turning my own people against me dis me few years later you see me on the greatness latter and now you wnat to kiss me pretend to wipe my tears away but by the time you got to me i had no more tears left to shed and i was beaten by the ones close by they call you their family yet they are the main ones that are the ghost of gravity trying to weigh me down with their gravity. i am no longer abused I have made the choice step up my game and change the rules who cares if i have a cricket eye or i drool because in my fathers eyes I'm famous in my fathers eyes I'mm cool and i will walk the nations and take back what no one else could like Harriet Tubman or martin Luther king i am not afraid to lead. I would be a fool to step down off my post. as my black leader would always say we shall overcome some day.
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