I Can Only Be Me
Why don't certain people want me to eat and survive?
Why does it appear they rather see me disappear, shrivel up and die?
How am I supposed to make a living and strive to make my dreams come true?
When constantly faced with your hidden agendas, disrespect and oppressive tactics.
You act as if my very essence of just being offends you.
I have turned the other cheek; I have fought with humility in the ridiculous hate fueled fight.
Despite your plot filled traps for major setbacks; I've remained steadfast and stood for what was right.
I have stood my ground and it has been very painful for me; and honestly I wish I could have just given up and fallen down.
So now can any of you please tell me what am I suppose to do?
I can't be anybody but me; and should not have to feel bad or apologetic to you.
It is your own insecurities being the reason you have a problem with receiving me.
I share this world right along with you and how dare you try to dismiss what God has for me to do.
Mentally inured and emotionally bruised I have truly been.
Thanks to your hate, jealousy and evilness my faith has grown stronger; through Jesus I win.
I have done all that I can and the word of God tell me all I must do is stand.
Stand until He comes for me.
Put your shades on haters you can't bare the glare of my Victory.
Copyright © Cheryl Chandler | Year Posted 2014
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