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Symone Grant Poem
I’ve found myself just sitting here;
Surrounded by my tissues and tears.
Asking myself “could it be?”
That God has forgotten me
I know he says he’ll always be there;
Always watch out, and always care.
Yet lately it seems that he;
Well that he has forgotten me.
It started about two months ago;
I had been dealing with my foe.
And a lot of pain had been coming to my life;
I felt like giving up the fight.
Yet instead I had turned to God to help me;
Yet it seemed like he had forgotten me.
Things were starting to get worse;
And I felt like a walking curse.
How can a loving father as he;
Well, forget me.
I’d quitted my job b/c I couldn’t take anymore;
I was too mentally messed up and sore.
Now I’m barely making it on ends meat;
And the worse part is, I think God’s forgotten me.
My sister is sick and I don’t know if she’ll make it through;
She says she loves God, and I love God too.
I just think he may be busy with everyone else’s life;
To realize my sister is about to die.
Just when I began to give up all hope;
My sister awoke.
She says “I don’t know what could be the matter”
“But all of a sudden I feel much better”
She got up and whispered to me;
Do you still think God has forgotten thee?
Copyright © Symone Grant | Year Posted 2007
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Symone Grant Poem
People look at the world and say, they only see black and white;
But I couldn’t say that honestly, not even with all my might.
When I see the world, I see brown, orange, and cream;
I see colors from the lightest to the darkest and everything in between.
When I look at the world, I see hurting of inisent people;
Doesn’t matter what their are, whether it’s Johnson, or Trepal.
See, they’re still hurting and being judged because of their color;,
But to me, they’re still all my sisters & brothers.
So when someone acts me, when I look at the world, what do I see?
I say I see hurting people, all different colors, just like me.
Copyright © Symone Grant | Year Posted 2007
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