Black Sheep


  • Lost Love

    Black Sheep

    They formed me in an act of shame where guilt designd my tomb
    They seperated me from you ause sin was in the room
    They rejected who I was and renounced wha they proclaimed
    They predestined me for ridicule and disrespected my name
    They took from me my dignity, my history, my all
    They marked me as a failure but I refused to fall
    Created in that dark dim light but stll my eyes could see
    That they could not continue to stop the will of God for me
    My essence in life and my purpose to live was not their choice to make
    In their lust they planted a seed that would become my fate
    But with this weight around my neck how else would I live
    By getting on my knees every day and asking him to forgive
    It was not fair that I was not aware of the resentment that surounded me
    While still in the womb, directed by doom, she prayed to set me free

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    BrittKun commented on Black Sheep


    WOW! Nice poem. Spelling error on line 3 What I beilve. But the consept is conved nicely. What a lovly way to put how we are all predestined for sin.

    Kelee commented on Black Sheep


    Your words are powerful and true mightier than the sword my friend and you are a mighty man.

    Doninha commented on Black Sheep


    I am in awe. You are a master of self-expression. I followed you into the depths of your suffering, and emerged with you on the mountain peak of your faith. EVERYONE needs to read this poem.

    PamelaALamppa commented on Black Sheep


    This just makes me hurt. I cannot even begin to imagine how on earth a precious babe could be placed in such a position. I am humbled by these words. ~Pamela



    growing beyond our circumstances

    Robby commented on Black Sheep


    You are a wonderful poet. You have a way with words.

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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