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Best Poems Written by Chris Witherspoon

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I Am

For some I am your neighbor, that lives down the street. For others I am the one, that you are so afraid to meet.

For some I am your postman, that you wave to passing by. For others I am your stereotype, that you've been brainwashed to think that's why.

For some I am your friend, that you confide in and relate. For others I am your fear, that you teach your children to resent and hate.

For some I am your driver, that you speak to everyday. For others I am your degenerate, that you ridicule along the way.

For some I am your responder, that you call on when there's trouble. For others I am your blind spot, in the midst of the struggle.

For some I am your colleague, that you respect in a suit. For others I am your thug, that you indiscriminately repute.

For some I am your police officer, that you count on to serve and protect. For others I am your George Floyd... that was murdered with a knee to the neck.

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The Cross Two Pieces of Wood

Jesus saith unto him. I am the truth, the way and the life. No man come unto 
the Father but by me.
John 14:6

Enter The Lord Jesus Christ…
He bled for us.
Through the hours,
in the night.
On two pieces of wood,
one up, one across.
An ultimate sacrifice,
no matter what the cost.
He walked across the desert,
to show man how to love.
And stepped outside of Himself,
to open the Heavens above.
He preached the gospel,
at all and any cost.
As He saw the future,
that our souls might not be lost.
He fought off temptation,
as He walked through hell.
And crushed the evil serpent,
the greatest story ever to tell.
He Sacrificed His body,
so that we may live.
And nailed sin to The Cross,
so our Father would forgive.
He commended his spirit,
and rose from the grave.
Then ascended into Heaven,
so that we might be saved.
He left us with His word,
that He would be our greatest friend.
Until with His Mighty Angels,
He will surely come again.
Enter The Lord Jesus Christ…….
He wept for us.
In the hours,
through the night
Two pieces of wood,
one up, one across.
The ultimate sacrifice,
To die for us on The Cross!

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The Making of a Team - Another Prelude To An Off Broadway Performance

Enter a town,
Circa 1938.
Where money was scarce,
but dreams were great.

Men of color, 
and the people in their midst.
Surrounded by hate,
yet still determined to persist.

A chance at real baseball,
this game they lived and breathed.
The only way out of oppression,
to play in those Negro Leagues.

Their dreams were quite simple,
not much different from any other man.
A house, a family... Just to be equal where they stand.

As we look back in time,
unfair as it may seem.
This story must be told, 
to preserve the essence of a dream.

So in an effort to keep such ignorance,
again from it's ugly head to be seen.
Ladies and Gentlemen!
We now present to you...
"The Making Of A Team".

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Just Like Me

If in fact we are the same,
then there really is no one to blame.

You are like me,
I am like you.
We are as one,
just made up of two.

Inside of you,
I can see myself.
All my imperfections,
like a crowded shelf.

A reflection in the mirror,
a likeness of the past.
Awaken one morning,
to time flown too fast.

Real love’s touch,
seen only at a glance.
Once in a lifetime,
wish it could be a neverending dance.

All sorts of emotions,
thoughts entangled in your head.
Try to get some of it on paper,
before you go to bed.

This poem I wrote,
has no particular decree.
But I suppose if you got something from it,
then in fact you are,  just like me. 


Chris Witherspoon 10/16/13

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My One and Only Son

Hello my Son,
it's me, your Dad.
Let's talk about things,
as if we always had.

I'm sorry you could'nt stay,
I know you had to go.
Although I was afraid,
I honestly loved you so.

You're with The Lord now,
you play by His side.
An angel in His kingdom,
a star in the night sky.

As I keep you in my heart,
while you watch over me.
Tell God I need His blessing,
to be the man He wants me to be.

So till we meet again in Heaven,
where our time will have just begun.
Save a place for me by your side,
My One and Only Son......

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A Few Words

As I walk through life, toward the ending of the road,
I kneel each each night 
and ask My merciful Lord to guide me as I venture forth
and to bring me closer to His grace.
For in the final hours,
it is only through His love that I shall reach the light.......

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Where Ever I Go, There I Am

In my mind
there was a struggle,
my health and life 
I chose to juggle.

I abused my heart
and tore down my mind,
to good things in life,
I became blind.

It became so intense,
that I lost my sense.
In turn making it unto me,
my greatest offense.

Then the Lord saw fit,
to save me from myself.
To put those things which were 
dark,
upon His mighty shelf.

He restored my body,
and redeemed my soul.
Slowly turning me to a new creature,
from that which was old.

Although the fight never ends
and the struggle still exists.
Once I open my heart,
I find peace through all in which I 
must persist.

So I take it day by day
and lean not on what I understand.
Because there is no doubt,
that where ever I go, there I am...

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Hugs and Kisses the Poem Prelude To the Off Broadway Performance

To where the lies the boundary,
between love and hate.
By a Father's iniquities?
Near a Mother's mistake?

A family's bond,
through blood and pain.
Ruled by fear,
breeds a daughter's shame.

Hush little baby,
don't say a word.
Or daddy's gonna put you,
where you can never be heard.

A slumber party?
Why sure you can.
Bring that one little friend,
so daddy can see her again.

Your father loves his girls
and that's a fact.
But you're nothing without me,
and don't you ever forget that!

We are the family next door,
you know us, Mr & Mrs...
Our's is the perfect life,
filled with lot's of Hugs & Kisses.

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Requiem To Black Metropolis

A nick on a lamppost,
a curtain tears.
Crushed pieces of glass,
are what this lane of memory bears
 
This story is like most,
there is joy, there is pain.
Good times, bad times,
a part of history it became.
 
A time of segregation,
one side black, one side white.
Which could only lead to destruction,
over the course of two nights.
 
A town that grew and prospered,
when no one thought it would.
As it became a city of industry,
oppression, racism, hatred it withstood.
 
The ambition to succeed,
to adapt and overcome.
Like all oppressed people
joined together as one.
 
Although some stood together,
both white and black.
In the end it would not withstand,
hatred’s ignorant attacks.
 
It is the story of Black Wall Street,
Tulsa to be exact.
How an oppressed people overcame,
how they were able to adapt.
 
Let us learn from our mistakes,
and not forget the bloodshed in these streets.
So that racism, ignorance and hatred.
do not become things in which we are doomed to repeat.
 

Co written by: Cilque Brown

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From This Place - the Lord's Poem

The Heavens
The Earth,
Christ Jesus
He’s First.

The Stars
The Sun,
The Creator,
The One.

His Mercy,
His Love,
Illuminating
The Above.

The Promise
Through grace,
He restores
From this place.

Without fear
Without doubt,
And redemption
Comes about.

Through belief
Through trust,
lie wisdom
within the dust.

From Love
From grace,
We are redeemed
From This Place!