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Below is a copy of your poem:  PLEASE I grew up around the corner from this church Watching a good neighbor turn bad Where people got hurt, and children grew up mad Where there was a continuous fight for the good of their community But there was a different story for little old me I grew up with hustlers all around me Trying to teach me the ways of these mean old street But I felt in my soul that this wasn’t for me Well as time went by I became a product of my our environment And the things I use to do people would keep it silent So after years of triumph and agnate I’ve decided to turn a new leaf And allow God to show me myself Me, the way that he sees me So today instead of walking pass this church I walked in this church Hoping that the church would take me by my hand And walk me pass my hurts But as I enter I’m greeted by nasty stairs and smirks And you call yourselves Christians Is your pastor preaching to the pews? Or are you really listening I’m sure he teaches you that perception is only what you think you see So I have to ask What do you see when you look at me Do you see the young thug that I use to be? Or do you see a wounded soul trying to be set free So what if I wear baggie jeans, white t’s and tims And listen to wu tang That doesn’t mean I don’t know the power in his name So as I stand to testify please understand that I could care less About a smirk or a frown Because only God have the power to knock me down So what do you do now? Do you recognize the pain in my cry? Or do you continue to beat me down Recognize that I’m just like you And I’ve seen, and done things That you’ll problem never go though So don’t just sit there being tight lip and saucy in your pew Recognize that I'm crying out to you PLEASE