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The Root Of It
I see the problem here
It is the choking fear
Of not being accepted
The panic of being rejected
That has me living on the apologetic line
Forsaking the right that is mine
The freedom to be myself
Withholding the gift, the wealth of self
From friend, or lover I approach in stealth
Carefully leaning in
cautiously gleaning
Crumbs from the table
Believing the fable
That if they don’t think me lovely
No one to blame but me
I want to live free
I want to be me without the debris
Of fear
Without the dregs of care
I want to give me
I want to give me without the worry
Of rejection
Without the poison of election
I want to be free
Lord set me free
Free me from this bondage of mind
So I will not push away the sweet the kind
That you send my way.
