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You Think I'm Perfect


You think I'm Perfect…
It's obvious you do not know me
So let me introduce myself

31 years ago in December
Quite a morning I still don't remember
I came into this world three months too early
You may think I was Unlucky
But I was Alive

A few years later
I went from a mom and dad
To a woman who played both roles
Maybe this was the start
Of when my family would no longer be whole

Raised with little money
Chow mien the main meal we ate
Wore old clothes and shoes that spoke to me
You may call me Unfortunate
But I was Provided For

Grew into a teenager
With no male role model in sight
Little to no direction in life
Yet I was always a believer
That's how my momma raised me

Used to read my Bible by night light
Had no one to express my feelings too
Who was I, for I had no clue
Might want to call me Misled
But I was Being Prepped

Kicked out the house at 17
Would you believe my mom disowned me
In that pain there was a plan
God was all I had
Barely out my teens and forced to be a man

Got depressed and dropped out of college
Thought my life was worthless
Two years later a voice told me I had to make a choice
My life had much more purpose
No I'm not Psychic either
I was Being Led

You see, that choice I had was to live life
Or forever star in my own pity party
I'm not the greatest Christian
And I pray I'll be allowed in Heaven
But I won't get there by just sitting on my bottom

I joined the military 12 yrs ago
In that time I've become a father of three
Established a continuing successful career
You see what I allow and want to call me Perfect
No, but just so you don't forget
Let me tell you what you may call me

You can try and call me Sinner, or even Believer
Try Survivor, or Broken Down to be Rebuilt
You can call me Mr. Without Him I am Incomplete
Or One Who Triumphs
If you truly want to call me Mr. Perfect
Use my first and middle name also:  Far From

You see, He continually gives me tests
Even one right now as we speak
And I may be failing miserably
Only He knows the pain within me
But please don't get all this twisted
you want to call me Perfect
No sir/ma'am, for I am Blessed

¥☼MOI☼¥  10 Apr 11







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