Dear God, I’m Still Listening

Dear God, I sent a letter to you today God,

Expressing all my pain and hurts that this blinded world has put me through

The Hell that I still went through

Who is this black beauty standing in the mirrors with eyes so crystal clear that you can see the past of the burdens this old rugged world has put her through?

I want to scream with everything and all the power and strength that I have left inside of me

Never thought things of a cold shattered body could feel so lonely..

So empty

Looking for someone or something to feel up her empty thoughts and refresh them with stories that will uplift the spirit..

To bring me within one…break bondadge and fly away with a million dollar smile stuck to my face

Lord have mercy on my soul as I tiptoe through this thing called life…

Dang, I wanna do right..

I try to do right

But you know how hard it is to decease deadly tongues trying to prove a point of flesh when really they are acting like the Devil’s child!

Spitting out venom that tries to feed off the weak flesh

That’s right!

The path I walk on has some twists and turns, but one day I want to be able to spread my wings God and fly away in peace knowing that my mission here on Earth is completed

Dear God,

Yes I’m writing you this letter because you have been with me every step of the way and know and hear my struggles

You understand the things I do and the feelings I feel

The depression that has almost got the best of me

Blinded by the darkness for too long!

I need to be led by the light

Your light of course

I feel my heart as it reaps the pain

I sure ain’t got time for these silly love games

Immature boys that call themselves men

Degrading women and putting women down to shame

Lord, guide my footsteps

I’ve walked on the wrong path for far too long,

Feeling confused

Mentally and emotionally abused, but I”m learning now

A Black woman who still stands on her own two feet

Struggling with the unity of her own

Finding her own self; visions imprinted upon my soul as I follow my heart

To fight and keep hope alive

I want to be the one in disguise so that no one remembers my faults

Well..that’s what a lot of people do is remember your faults rather than seeing the good

Like a ghetto black boy trapped in the hood

With no money and no hopes and living with no dreams

True story for those who may live this actual case of reality

Facing others who struggle with things bigger than my issues

I wanted to write this letter to you God to let you know that I’m a Black angel who wants to protect myself from harm

Your presence I feel gently squeezing me upon my arms

Of course you gonna stay by myside and whisper all the secrets to success as You continue to watch me grow

Wiping away the virtual tears and taking a deep breath and take things a little more seriously

Because the struggle is real and reality is realer

I want to become better than my past and of the years I was before

Mold me to become one with my spiritual heart, soul and mind

No more fears and no more cries

This soldier isn’t ready to die

As this letter ends, I seal it with fearless thoughts

A strong mind and a new battle that’s ready to be fought

I write this letter to you God

The creator of all times

I confess to you

I’m still listening to you God

Written by Patrice “Lyrical Passion” Rivers Copyrighted 2014