We are the generation that seeketh
after many signs, we crave validation
for everything; we search for justifications
to feel comfortable in our sins
so we don’t have to change our ways.

I try to follow God’s lead; if I don’t, I often
regret the ultimate results every time I lean on
my own understanding, I let my feelings
and emotions drive me further away from Him.

Gotta’ be healthy mentally, physically does not
carry the same weight; gotta’ have
the stamina to erase the board
and start over (again and again) to accomplish
your dreams, hard-work is a necessity.

A wolf in sheep’s clothing, bony fingers
pointed at the world
—full of suspense and dishonesty—
can’t believe anything it spits out. Like a
parasite, it feeds off humanity’s instability.

As long as you look good on the outside
—hair did, nails did — and there is no sign
of physical distress, though mentally disturbed,
people often overlook
the intricate details of what’s taking place inside.

Treat others well even
if they don’t respond
with the same courtesy,
set the trend for transformation,
lead bravely by example.

I’m focused on forgiveness,
but who needs forgiving?
Me or someone else. I need to
respond to its wake-up call
tonight in prayer. It’s clear;
this message is a warning sign.

I still find myself transporting shipments
from my past, dragging my previous
disappointments into the mixture. I have
this built-in, annoying little bug in my ear,
singing “work harder” lullabies.

I’ve been an emotional wreck for most
of my life, allowing my feelings to run
the show frequently keeping my head down,
foul habits are mistaken for weaknesses,
an unprotected exterior;
I overlook my mental toughness.

I choose to do good, no use
in wrongdoing, helping those in need,
we are stronger together.

I prefer to forgive, carrying
grudges are a burden. I love hard;
hatred is poison.

I want my family to prosper in their endeavors;
there’s a reason we are blood,
hoping it counts for something.

I choose life over death. I decided
a long time ago to follow Jesus Christ.
Only He can answer my prayers.

Before I fall asleep, it doesn’t always
cross my mind; I may never wake up
catching the sunlight. I’m too preoccupied
with tiring myself out so I can get
some much-needed rest.

“The veil of the world,” pulled over
people’s sugar-coated eyes, oblivious
to the lies destroying everything
in its path; enticed by the luxuries
of this life, people are barely surviving.