Post by adanelmexica on Jan 11, 2004 2:15:24 GMT -5
I wrote this a few years ago. Actually, it was during the presidencail search committee at Roosevelt. It definatly holds true for me today. Let me know what you guys think.
El es Dios,
adan
My heart is not shaped like yours.
My heart is not shaped by the sing of the dollar.
My hopes are not molded by the greed of the day.
I disagree is not shaped to sit on it all day.
My legs were made strong to stand tall.
My mind is not naive-
it’s made to think critically.
My hands are not made to make the John Hanthingy all day.
My mouth is BIG to express the thoughts, feelings, and soul.
My eyes are not made to be covered by your dust.
They’re made to look at yours and see the evil truth.
My nose is not made to smell your pleasant world.
The hairs were made to block your plague.
My ears were not made to hear the classical music.
They were made to hear the flaws of your tongue.
I have tasted the world you live in.
And the bitterness made me realized the truth.
The truth that my heart is not shaped like yours.
My heart is made to educate the future.
My senses are made to remind me how not to be like you.
My road is not the norm.
One day my heart will bloom.
And your mouth will fall open, while you trip on you dirty road.
My light is meant to enlighten.
And those hearts who are enlightened will see the reason to rebel.
Beware:
Your heart is clogging fast.
Your road is ending soon.
But new hearts are blooming.
New eyes are seeing.
A new life will be born.
And you. . . You will be forgotten.
Your views will dissipate.
Your system will be abolished.
Good-bye corruption.
Good-bye greed.
Hello new world.
Welcome blooming hearts.
New mountains are yet to be climbed.
The equipment is yet to be seen.
But hopes, dreams, and new things are waiting for us on the other side.
My heart is not shaped like yours. . . Beware!
12:28 a.m. 2-17-2002
El es Dios,
adan
My heart is not shaped like yours.
My heart is not shaped by the sing of the dollar.
My hopes are not molded by the greed of the day.
I disagree is not shaped to sit on it all day.
My legs were made strong to stand tall.
My mind is not naive-
it’s made to think critically.
My hands are not made to make the John Hanthingy all day.
My mouth is BIG to express the thoughts, feelings, and soul.
My eyes are not made to be covered by your dust.
They’re made to look at yours and see the evil truth.
My nose is not made to smell your pleasant world.
The hairs were made to block your plague.
My ears were not made to hear the classical music.
They were made to hear the flaws of your tongue.
I have tasted the world you live in.
And the bitterness made me realized the truth.
The truth that my heart is not shaped like yours.
My heart is made to educate the future.
My senses are made to remind me how not to be like you.
My road is not the norm.
One day my heart will bloom.
And your mouth will fall open, while you trip on you dirty road.
My light is meant to enlighten.
And those hearts who are enlightened will see the reason to rebel.
Beware:
Your heart is clogging fast.
Your road is ending soon.
But new hearts are blooming.
New eyes are seeing.
A new life will be born.
And you. . . You will be forgotten.
Your views will dissipate.
Your system will be abolished.
Good-bye corruption.
Good-bye greed.
Hello new world.
Welcome blooming hearts.
New mountains are yet to be climbed.
The equipment is yet to be seen.
But hopes, dreams, and new things are waiting for us on the other side.
My heart is not shaped like yours. . . Beware!
12:28 a.m. 2-17-2002