like it was yesterday I remember how some looked at me,like I would never amount to nothing how some said ill just be another statistic how some thought Id turn into a trouble maker I remember how I felt when I heard some of these thing being said some would said I would die a nobody others said no one would remember me I remember like it was yesterday I also remember how I told myself,i would make something of myself how I looked at myself saying I am and will be somebody my time is not kept by a watch but in the hand of my maker I rest assured my maker doesnt make nothings and nobodys I am made to be something I might not have fame Instilled in me is something that will make you in some way notice me a gift deposited to be somebody in my makers collections waiting in silence my maker made me.... feel words see emotions touch the wind hear nature deeper in me my maker released my gift allowing me to interpret what I... felt saw touched heard and I gave birth to my style of poetry my makers clock started ticking I knew for sure my time was now and still to come I became what you read in my poems I am will be what He(God) intended me to be His spokes person for.... The truth thats covered in lies eyes for the blind a voice for the voiceless I refuse to strive for perfection but Im hasty to grow to my full potential that same potential my maker saw in me when everybody saw in me a nobody A potential poet Copyright-Q.Stuurman
Posted on: Thu, 18 Sep 2014 19:19:56 +0000
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