Living my life like an open book
before illiterate folks, I find no one will look
twice in my direction. I’m something alien,
I’m something totally foreign
to these country bumpkins
who invent the sins
they claim I have either already done
or am totally capable of doin’.
Living my life like an open book
before illiterate folks, I find no one will look
twice at me, the outcast.
How long will this last?
Living my life like an open book
before illiterate folks, I find no one will look
twice in my direction. I’m something alien.
To them, I’m something totally foreign.
Author's Notes/Comments:
I am kind of reluctant about sharing this one. The thing is I wrote this one in an attempt to work through some emotional issues, but it sounds as if I am being judgemental about the people whom I am talking about. That is not how I meant it. I meant to be critical of them (for therapeutic reasons), but not judgemental. But is there really any difference between being critical of someone and beign judgemental of them? Probably not. Anyway, this one definately does not glorify God so I am sort of reluctant about sharing it. But on the other hand, maybe I should post it here. Tell you what, I'll leave it here for a while and all you nice folks use the "critique" function to tell me if a poet who writes primarily on Christian Themes should have this type of poem in his portfolio. Deal?
