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Janeen Thompson Poem
I'm not sure this is the dream Martin had
Yet we have moved from the nightmare of what he endured
We still have a ways to go, to make that dream come true
The one where who I naturally am doesn't have to be relaxed to make others feel ok
Where I can shine past the barrier of skin color and just be seen as light
The dream that means that diversity is to be celebrated
because trying to be anything other than who I am
Is robbing this world of experiencing excellence
Where the liberty bell isn't a monument but a movement
As I move into being who I was created to be it rings out to others beckoning them to do the same
And while I live, I carry the weight of the fallen soldiers
Not to mourn but to push me to live as fearless as they did
Knowing that if they had been given the chance to live they would own it
And I can't waste a minute on this earth worrying about who agrees, accepts or approves
See Trayvon, Mike, or Eric don't get to breathe this air, but I do
Martin and Malcolm don't get to give anymore speeches, but I can
No more Rosa's to boycott buses
But there is a you, and there is a me
And we can soar higher than our ancestors
We can live the lives they dreamt about
Bridge the gap between possible and impossible
We can innovative, and motivate and inspire Every Day MAKE BLACK HISTORY
Because who said the History Books had to stop with them.
Copyright © Janeen Thompson | Year Posted 2016
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Janeen Thompson Poem
Wake up church! Why are you sleeping?
The harvest is ripe and it's yours for the reaping
See this world is so busy following the beat
That while they dance our kids are dying in these streets
Yet here you are, with their hope living inside you
Sitting comfortably in your seat never leaving the third pew
I wonder how you got here, how you fell in such deep slumber
Literally a saint marching in but adding none to the number
Your Samson like spirit, started strong and set apart
You were chosen from the womb to be kept close to the Master's heart
Then this Delilah of deception formed only to afflict you
Mixed her coldness with your fire, which caused God to spew you
This Devil of division lured you in her palace of persuasion
Making up fables and fallacies that would shake your very foundation
And she swung her hips of hatred and hypocrisy
She seduced from you your secret and bound you up in philosophy
So when your enemy came in like a flood
They caught you with your guard down
There was no standard against him so you continued to stay bound
But this isn't the end for you , what we know from past history
Is that Christ came to open the eyes of the blind and set the captives free
Copyright © Janeen Thompson | Year Posted 2016
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Janeen Thompson Poem
If I told you that I'd love you
For one day a week, or 52 days a year
Would you get excited when
You knew that one day was coming near
Then hurt when I left you
Knowing I could give you more would tear you apart
And while you cried I just pacified you by saying
" It's all good, you know my heart"
How then do you think God feels
Knowing he gave all just to keep you by his side
Yet he only gets conjugal visits, with his blood bought bride
When he watches you make decisions
Without even considering Him
Then come to see him on Sunday
Singing spiritual songs and hymns
And truthfully our time to live this life
Is quickly winding up
And how can you pour out worship
From an empty cup
And some of you are saying
"but we're doing it right"
But on a global scale of the body of Christ
You're equivalent to the ear
But don't be discouraged
Be the ear that hears what the Spirit is saying to the church
Shine so brightly others crave your presence
Because they realize your spiritual worth
Are you pulling out everything
That Christ invested in you
Being the the faithful steward making profit
Or are you sitting on it waiting for the master to return to you
I encourage you today
Make him happy to call the church his wife
His blood paid the price
Now don't waste HIS life
Copyright © Janeen Thompson | Year Posted 2016
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