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You’re Calling Me A Liar


It's crazy that I could say I saw God and told someone and they would look at me like I was crazy. Then again if a Priest said he came to him and if he told someone, they would think he was one of the holiest man ever. Who's to say I don't know God more than he does. God is supposed to love all of his children equally. So if I told someone that God said to me, that he loves gay people as much as any of his children and if I told a holy person that; they would tell me that I'm wrong. Now tell me how the hell you're gonna prove me wrong or that my conversation with God is false. Because you can't prove that there is even a God, so to tell me he is real; then why can't my accusation of a conversation with God be true. I say that all should be loved without being questioned.
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Mafi Grey

I went through a lot of hard life situations, but it never stopped me from trying to make something of myself. Currently, I'm following my dream to become a chef and on the side is the passion I hold deep for poetry. I hope you enjoy my art and my poems. Oh, just one more thing, please comment as much as you can. It motivates me to write, when I have an audience behind me. Also, It really shows when a person responds to my quotes or poems can make you feel that special feeling saying you really can do what you can do. I mean it's like a painter who puts his new work in the gallery for display for all to see, and then turns around to see 10 to 20 people standing around trying to figure out his inspiration, his thoughts, and what lead him there? I love when a person understands me and when their trying to dissect my thoughts. Also, when my work of art can help others cope with their monsters and to help a person become inspired. Thanks a lot. I grew up without a father, but that never stop me from becoming a man; yet I thought life would be easy but it wasn't. The pain that I grew up with was hard, but the thought that grew with inside me was even harder. Could I be a good father, could I contain the pain; could I even forget or could I be something better than what he tried to be. Before I knew it, I woke up a man with pain in his knees, with hair on his face; even with sweat, tears, and blood on his sleeves. The lost of hair, the responsibility of having faith in you and where I worked my hands far pass there capabilities. I believe that I'm a pretty fine man and that one day that I will love my children as mush as my father and mother did... Me and my friend has a group, he does music, rap, making beats, and videos. I help out there and here for the music, raps, and videos. I used to rap myself and we go way back. I join the team and he wants me to lead the poetry side and I agreed. If anyone wants to join, then email me at [email protected] and I'll see what you got. Check out my page: https://www.facebook.com/MafiThePoet

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Comments (7)

Mafi Grey
<p>Ikr</p>
Rsmith2014
<p>That&#39;s true in a way I feel peopole should believe in what they feel they think is true. Why should anyone&nbsp; have the right to tell someone what they should believe in, I find it disrespectful and intimidating.</p>
Mafi Grey
Thanks
CBrennan
<p>This poem is powerful and speaks the truth don&#39;t let anyone take away what you believe like my mom always told me belief is ignorance without knowledge.</p>
Mafi Grey
Thanks
poeticmindset7
Faith cant be described, Faith is your own personal experience. Something noone else can experience. We are different, yet ALL equal. Most definitely. No one can tell you what you've done or haven't done, or what you've heard or haven't heard. Because they don't know. No one can know but you. Late Night Thoughts Of a Young man Looking For his Faith. Thanks.
Mafi Grey
Please comment as much as you can. It motivates me to write, when i have an audience behind me. Thanks

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