The Reluctant Witness

Won't U step back, and look at yourself? Are U afraid U don't have any depth, maybe that U have nothing left? Are U sad worried and often bereft? Then won't U step back and look at yourself? Now, girl U know, that I don't mean U no harm. I just want U to see U for who U are. Don't be contained in a mason jar. Don't discipline yourself with feathers and tar. Won't U step back, and look at yourself?

I know that times are hard and money is tight. U struggle cause the future don't look so bright. Keep your head up sister, it will be alright. I know life gets hard but U don't have to fight. Won't U step back and look at yourself? Now when U look in that mirror and U see you, can U tell me what "you", been going thru? Can you smile and give yourself a wink? Or are you thinking 'bout what went down last week? Won't you stop and look real hard? This poem ain't no Hallmark, it won't be on no card. To love yourself is one of life's greatest rewards. It begins when you step back and look at yourself.

I Kept On Falling

I must admit, I heard Him calling, but I preferred to keep on falling. I fell into doubt at an early age, I fell into anger, I fell into rage, I slipped into lies, dipped into deception, believed in myths and misconceptions. I ran head first into alcohol and drugs which never quenched my thirst. Looked for power in all the wrong places, shunned the familiar for less friendlier faces. Humiliation was my friend, so was degradation. Seem like everybody else was better off than me, I had no sense of security. I wanted to be with the ones who were "In", I lost each shred of purity. I must admit, I heard Him calling, but I preferred to keep on falling,

I could blame a lot of folks for the mistakes I've made. I could say it was my Daddy's fault, but he's in the grave, I could blame my mother for working so much, resent her for an infrequent touch. I could blame my teachers and the principle too, if I get the notion, I could blame you. I must admit I heard Him calling, but I preferred to keep on falling.

If there is one to blame, it must be me I am only now getting free. I’ve learned to be humble, I try to be kind, cause somebody out there, got a more troubled mind. I try to stop falling for the same glass ring, the same old trap, brother's long on game and tired rap. The flash and the dash, the wine and dine, the "If I buy you dinner, tonight you're mine." I ain't saying I can't have no fun, but I got to be true to myself, before I can be true to anyone else.

See, I'm the one who preferred to keep falling, even when I heard Him calling. I paid my dues, I'm running my race, my past is my past, today is today. I got out of the guilt game, I ran out of remorse, If God is willing, I'll finish my course. I believe in second chances, I believe in miracles too, I believe that if it could happen to me, it can happen for you. I have learned the hard way, not to judge, I have come through the storms of life, without a hint of grudge. I keep on moving and so should you, cause if you fall He'll catch you, too.