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Steven Forges Poem
Do me a favor, before you enter my house, just wipe your feet.
Release all that dirt you accumulated on the streets.
This house is sacred, a house that promotes self worth, a house where egos are deflated.
This house is a work in progress , from the door leading you through a history of my life.
So wipe those feet clean, because I have come too far for you to tarnish my dream.
I’ve come too far to have you track dirt on this houses floor, it foundation. Tracks that will
lead me back to a place I don’t want to be. To the man I was before.
So wipe those feet, cause how will you feel me, understand me if you don’t want to come
clean, come open, come correct.
You have got to understand that im not that same kid. I have moved on, grown up, basically
changed the way I live.
These walls don’t talk they breathe. This house is alive with the cultures I am experiencing,
the past I am realizing, and the future my heart is conceiving.
Are you willing to enter my life and see this project through. Just wipe those feet and we can
begin.
Are you coming, cause I invited you in. You go as far as you want, or as far as your heart
will let you hear.
I hope your heart will listen to me till the end. Only because I want to take you upstairs. I
am starting on the next level and for that I will need support, for that I will need a friend.
So wipe those feet clean of the dirt, that ignorance, that stubborn attitude that has left you
deaf, dumb and blind.
Wipe those feet clean before entering this sacred house, my mind.
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I’m nervous, feelings of rejection running through my head.
But this is what I wanted, or should I hang on to hope instead.
Too many days have gone by, too many feelings left out to dry.
So why does my heart hang onto you, why can’t my senses get rid of you.
That intoxicating fragrance you wear, your gentle touch and powerful soul piercing stare.
My heart is telling me to call, but my mind is telling me to walk on by.
So what is going on, in you I see a vision of my future, in you I see my queen.
Am I confusing a vision with a dream?
Whose voice is that telling me it wasn’t meant to be?
Am I afraid of that possibility, that meeting you wasn’t destiny?
I’ve been trying to make excuses on why we couldn’t be, but because of you my heart has
taken lead, it’s not my fault maybe you shouldn’t of planted your seed.
Too late to remove it now it took root deep and sprouted a field, a field open, wild and willing
to run free.
So what am I supposed to do, I’m still nervous and these words aren’t helping me.
I’ve been holding my breath too long, crossing my fingers, laying back on the ropes waiting
for you to swing.
But all I have been doing is dodging an answer that will set my heart free, and allow this
caged bird to sing.
I can’t stand the pain much longer, I learned it hurts more not to know.
How hard can rejection hit me, how hard of a blow.
I’ll have to dust myself off, I will have to move on.
I think I better let it go cause it looks like another love TKO.
It time, I’ve got to know for sure.
I’m so nervous I can feel my heart pounding through my chest.
Because I am not only nervous that you will say no, but that you will respond with yes.
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Imagine life without love, and you will see the possibilities of a world living chaos; societies
ruled by anarchy.
Imagine a people being killed for someone else’s belief, and you will see the innocent dying
from the misguided thoughts of the insanes theology.
Imagine a people judged because of their tan. Open your eyes and will see a culture deeper
and richer than a few more ounces of melanin in the skin. I bet you wouldn’t judge us if you
truly knew where life began.
Imagine a world filled with tolerance and acceptance that expanded from history. Would
color matter, would Martin and Malcolm be the men they were destined to be. Would you be
you, would I be me.
Imagine if my people, all my people across this world formed a company. Would you be
scared, what would be our monopoly? Probably everything you see. Maybe then you would
realize there is no end to our possibilities.
Imagine if these words meant more to you than they did to me, maybe then you would be
feeling me, and maybe you will see a future where your skin wasn’t white and mine wasn’t
black…. can you imagine that!
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What is the end result of what I seek.
What does love have in store for me.
I seem to be a slave to its possibilities.
But this pursuit has blinded me from me. Misguided I have been to believe that the idea of
love is the truth and my only missing piece.
It has seemed in my past the love I have sought does not want to claim me.
Why does love forsake me. It has me believing that it’s not love but me.
It’s me that does not know to recognize its presence upon me.
I seem to instinctively place myself in a way where love is behind a one-sided mirror.
Trying to reach it leaves me tired from the effort, emotionally exhausted; like swimming
against the current of a river.
If love can’t see me then it can’t return this feeling; and it’s from that where I am left alone.
Left alone to question my approach, my deliver, my overall personality.
I hoped that love will realize that we have one thing in common, and that is we have never
known each other.
I have never experienced you, not even from my family.
Maybe if we meet you see that I am worthy, or maybe we are truly different. It may be that
you truly don’t believe in me.
I yearn for that day; that day when you can finally see me, and maybe that will be when it
will move beyond you and me. To the point where it is just we.
Love I know you can hear, I will never stop believing in you. So I will patiently wait for that
day you realize you need me too.
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How great our possibilities, if we only lived the realization of our dreams.
If we forsake the limits of these theologies.
If we came together as one society.
If we knew the truths of our history.
If we became aware of our connection across galaxies.
Does this make me weird, that I believe in the power of the human will to grow beyond all
that we see?
That our future is determined by the flow of each of our minds spill.
The imagination that plants the seed.
The words that sharpen our mental skills.
The creative brush strokes that bring the depths of the minds eye to light.
The inconceivable formulas that take us beyond the unknown, and allow us to take flight.
The power, and the potential of the human mind, the human spirit, the human will to achieve
more than human might.
Strength to believe in the impossible dream .
The dream to grow beyond our limits is to face the inescapable future, our human plight.
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