by Vanessa A. Johnson

Why is it my brother, my sister, my friend?
You treat me with disgust but act like you care, when
Every chance you get you dig the knife deeper and deeper in.
Done with a smile, done with chagrin.

You tend to ignore me until you need me. Why does this continue to be?
Regardless of the position I hold, even if I have a degree.
Yet despite those things, I do my best, my brother my sister, my friend.
But still you continue to reject my efforts time and time again.

You think I donít see through you, I do,
And eventually your evil ways will catch up with you.
But still I love you, for that is Godís command,
And I will continue to do so despite Satanís plan.

For I see your facial expressions when you think Iím not watching you,
If your eyes were arrows or daggers, Iíd be maimed or crippled too.
What have I done you, to make you hate me so?
And if truth be told, I donít even think you know.

Is it the color of my skin, does it resemble yours too closely?
Or thereís no special reason, I unknowingly intimidate you, mostly.
Does the distrust come from someone I remind you of?
Or is it just your way and you purposely choose to show no love.

God says do unto others as you would have them do unto you,
Somehow I donít think you believe this applies to you too.
Eventually you will have to answer to a higher being,
Why you choose to disobey God, who is not seen.

Take head, my brother, my sister my friend,
Lend a hand, share a smile give a kind word, itís no sin.
And believe I will not steer you wrong, on purpose youíll see,
I have no ulterior motive, except for you to be all you can be.

Discovery by Vanessa A. Johnson

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