I Want To Be... What?

 

Who I am is not what you see

 

Who I am is not what most people want me to be

 

I glorify God

 

But which one you ask 

 

Is it the one that means as much to me as chicken scratch?

 

Is it the one that I made up last night?

 

The one that never tells me right and wrong but always tells me that I’m always right?

 

I tossed and turned last night thinking about this

 

Religious discrimination it runs rampant and is prevalent

 

However it doesn’t exist because….

 

It’s only relevant when it’s you who is being misunderstood

 

When it is you who is being pushed as far away as a ghetto kid from an American hood by the upper class

 

Even “hateful” people like myself feel hurt when I get punched by brass 

 

Knuckles

 

At the end of the day I chuckle

 

Knowing that what was seen as hell was only help

 

What seemed to be a rant preaching poverty was only wealth

 

What was seen as hate was an alien love

 

My love is foreign 

 

Damn near illegal 

 

And way beyond the borders

- Kevin J. Regis Jr.

© September 2014