What is Me?

Just as the five fingers

Just are the man’s days

They aren’t the same—also got gingers

Gonna live days like nobody before lived his days

Counting worries? Count ya eternal years!

You rise and set ya days with the Son

Do not despise the Lord’s discipline, my son

Yeah, read Solomon’s proverb

Lemme add another verb

You power up ya inside to make every poison shun

You eat the Word to filter outside every communication, chum

My Author already wrote my life plot in His Book in no days

How I tie my shoe lace, go ’bout my ways; He knows my days

He shows ways to my blind legs and repairs my crippled eyes

My days! He already drew the characters in His eternity eyes

I ain’t the protagonist, He being he

I ain’t battling the antagonist, my faith being me

Don’t wanna wear, comb, drive, click, post, tweet, and body talk

Like the coolest dandy on the block

Like my temple ain’t the coolest and

Doubt how my big Daddy arranged its small blocks?

Just as He made me wanna be me, no self-mock

Mocks, talks around me how my very me in their me doesn’t fit in

Fit in?

Fixed me in already

All ready since when He made the other half of me for me

Me is outtie

Me no chihuahua though I miss my cousin’s!

Who’s in the chula’s race anyway?

I’m all ready already to blow the candles and cut the covenant cake

Don’t wanna peek from high ground of faith make

Lest I get drown into the boggy ground of doubt make

Just wanna get drown into my Maker’s deep and

Dip in His love for a life