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| I KNOW THE CAGED BIRD WRITES!
by mzcharm at 12/5/2007 1:23:36 PM
I know why this caged bird writes and people say they do too, but do they really?
Do they really see the slight pain in my face; the small tear in my eye. Can you feel the distress in my unspoken words or the relief that I don't get everytime I sigh. People always feel the need to comment on what was said, but sometimes, just a shoulder is needed and an ear instead...just listen.
See I had it confused cuz this life I'm living is not for you it's for me. I've been abused. misused. Felt defeated, mistreated, then got deleted only to bring me back to that place within myself where I needed help, seeking refuge in other people, things, places so far, when from the beginning only God could heal my scars.
I was brought up never to question God, never ask why, but I've learned that if you just look to the sky, the solution is right there, not too high. If you looking for the answers then you gotta ask the question, so you won't be second guessing about the meaning in this message...just listen.
Sometimes I ask God to hear me, speak to me, show me which way to go, but never to hold me, because He never let me go. No, it was that I left You, for another persons point of view, that was no where near better but I was blinded by the stormy weather. The clouds in my way, the rain on the road, slip, slide, spinning out of control.
Confined to the mind of this egotistical American pie, searching for shelter in this subliminal high I call self-esteem based off one man's faded dream, is it really me or is it you? just listen
what if I was smaller? Or just a little bit taller. what if I didn't wear glasses? What if my hair was a little longer? What if I was deaf? What if I went right instead of going left? But in all, it doesn't matter, I've made some mistakes but like a real friend God is true. Lord why is it that no matter what I do or which road I choose, You always take where I'm supposed to go and that's right back to You?
Your promise stayed true and You never let me down, my feet are planted firmly on the ground and now I don't let these hypocritical critics get me down with their slander and libel, I don't have time for rivals. I don't have to tolerate it anymore, I deserve so much more and I won't stop until I get it, for I was created in Your likeness; in God's own image, just listen.
I am special because I am a beautifully made work of God, no more feeling my life is a fabricated facade cuz I'm not a "It's Friday, let me hurry and get out of here" work of odd, no I'm a "it's first thing Monday morning let me sit down and do my best" job.
Traditionally, the caged bird sings for the whole world to see but today and from this day forth, this Free bird writes for me and only me...just listen, can you hear my pen scraping my pad...yeah, now you see.
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