Work In Progress

Who was it that told me

That I could not be all I dreamt

Who was it that told me

I was worthy of contempt

Who was it that shamed me

Who was it that blamed me

Who was it

Who was it that taught

What I never should have learned

Who was it that brought

What I never even earned

You can stand there with your judgement

But that doesn't work for me

You can snub me with a glance

But that doesn't work for me

You can caste me aside

But that doesn't work for me

I am standing in my self

And I know

I have walked with these bones

And slept in this skin

I have carried this soul in its human home

This mighty light

This awesome spark

I have carried this soul in every weary bone

And this soul, she is magnificent

She astounds the heavens with her strength

And this soul, she reaches up and she bathes in the shining light of God

So if you want me to feel small

Well....

That doesn't work for me.