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no I am not merchandise 
I'm not a tool a piece of furniture
 I am awakened I am a thought
 I am humanities process I am covered in filth and shame
 I am dirty yet I remain 
a flickering flame an encased rock
 one of the breath of God a spark
 from his mouth a tittle a flowing raindrop
 from his heart I ference I am detained 
I am a human being 
though I am a vessel
 A vase a pottery a clay full of the spirit of God 
made whole born with a soul 
I have fallen until the ground
 and as I am broken 
God removed me He puts the pieces back together
 so I'm fine to be the chosen vessel
 to be reconstructed to be learned a lesson
 I am a blessing I am a stone
 made of dirt and clay a rock
 with the Breath of God in Me
 I am shorn busted up put back together by my Father
 I am not a slave nor was I made to be auctioned off 
I cannot be bought I am not sold
 I am made wonderfully made birth
 kissed of God the breath that air of life
 from his mouth flows through my nostrils
 into my lungs as I become... a living Rock

8/21/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

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