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My Drum

MY DRUM My Drum beats different, and so I march. I'm not defined by any one person, thing, or force, and so I march. I'm stuffed with all the good things 100% (BSE). That's best stuff ever, and so I march. God don't make junk, and I'm not a garbage can. I was not sent here for you to put your trash in. I am the head and not the tail, an ever changing entity. That is me. A Man before all, I've build kingdoms and watched them fall. I have failed and so I win, and I've been weak but developed tough skin. I have become everything in one; the sun, the moon, rain, pain, simple, and complex, there's not a word made, that can define me yet. I'm Heaven sent, and at once hell bound. I search for the truth when there's lies all around. I have opened up my mind, my heart, and my soul. I sit at the table he prepared with my foes. I let the light he gave, shine brighter than a man made. I have become a strong black male, who's not afraid to fail, and God orders my steps from the start. He beats the drum, and so I march.

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Date: 7/13/2018 1:17:00 PM
Enjoyed your Drum write today!
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Date: 7/12/2018 4:24:00 PM
This is powerful!
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