The warning signs pop up everywhere
there seems to be an opening
desensitized the people remain
hopeful jailhouse participants,
partying behind invisible bars,
lost in their conditioned freedoms
liars, thieves, and murderers run the world.

Broken home.
Shattered foundation.
Malice-driven.

God will not waste my pain.

Mother’s vulnerable.
Father disappeared.
Unaccompanied minor.

God will not waste my pain.

None understood how
to love me.

God will not waste my pain.

Troublesome spot.
Substantial burden.
Lifetime decision.

God will not waste my pain.

Threatened by loser
Fearful.
Knife happy.

God will not waste my pain.

Discriminated against
based on
outside appearance.

God will not waste my pain.

The scum beneath
family’s golden feet.

God will not waste my pain.

Self-hatred.
Dying for love.
Age 12.

God will not waste my pain.

Soaked pillow.
Gulps of air.
Midnight.

God will not waste my pain.

Don’t just show up for life — live and love
every moment, cherish the only opportunity
you’ve got to make a difference. Breathing is a
blessing in itself. Apply your knowledge
in any way you can learn to do anything
you put your mind to achieving. Stand in the gap.
Love yourself with hesitation;
don’t deprive your greatness.

Step outside of the “traditional” way of reasoning,
and be prepared for your capture before you’ve
spread your wings of ideas. Expect to be
dismissed and written off as c-r-a-z-y
for venturing outside of the little box of make-believes.