Dysfunctional Interventions

Dysfunctional Interventions Dysfunctional interventions Spiritually twisted at times Not to mention these convictions weighing heavily above me Who are you to judge me? I have one life to live What, do you have more? The way you skate on thin ice you should already be sore Those notes written across your lips that you spit so swift like a bat out of hell Your soul you try to sell Oh, but wait…that’s your wishing well What you wish upon me Shall be done to you Cause God don’t like ugly If only you knew My demeanor is refreshing Always count my blessings My ambition is so futuristic But you push me off to the side line Like your quarter backs fill-in Could you tell me what the deal is? Maybe he is prince-charming With envisions like me But you turn it into an investigation Like it’s a crime scene Is it a crime to be happy? Or is this jealousy and envy that surround us constantly Explanation from ignorance doesn’t suit me Knowledge from wisdom circulates me frequently These extremities exceed The means of living way beneath And these proceedings from predictions Are dysfunctional interventions By: Aleasha A. Martin