My Rant do you really know me ?A Poem by Benita-Staebell M - KindredPoetTell me do you really know me? not pointing any fingers just my Rant had to get it out. This is the real me Do you know me? written Sept. 5 2014Do you know me like my savoir does. I've been betrayed by ones that I thought were Christians and were pretending. You're not the only one so get off your soap box seriously. When I was in 12th grade and still in high school I was about 18teen, I was also working some woman I thought was Christian said if I didn't go to church I'd go to hell. I called my grandmother and best friend and asked her and she said that was a lie. And we are not allowed to say that no real Christian that's full of love wouldn't do that she wasn't all there I found out. You may not think I've not been through the same pain as you. Do you really know me like Jesus does he has counted every tear I've cried and struggle I've been through. So do you know me I DON'T SHOVE MY BEILEF DOWN SOMEONES THROAT, You don't really if that is what you think of me. My life was never easy no one saw me as normal and THOUGHT I was stupid when I wasn't all because I was ADD and I was called ugly when I wasn't I had the biggest heart and I still do. I am Honest loyal truthful I will always tell the truth I will show love if you don't my heart aches with love. So do you really know me Jesus knows when I was betrayed by friends that were merely lesions and he felt my pain. God created me so if you think I'll betray you you're wrong. If someone is trusting and means their word and has never betrayed you or lied to you and if you can't trust them then you can't trust yourself not them. I've been there god has made me a stronger woman and I love others so much I feel like crying because it is unconditional love Gods love. So do you know people treated me like I wasn't human when woodchips were thrown at me. I now stand up for ones that are picked on I love ones that seem different to others but are not. So do you know me as my Beautiful savior does? My eyes saw love so the negativity wasn't love in others. And wanting someone when you don't have that bubbly butterfly feeling in your stomach. When there is no love in the heart it can be ugly and their attitude is ugly too. I'm thankful for my family and friends. Many see me as all together and some days I just want to cry and scream but god gives me the strength to overcome it isn't easy. But you're the safest place to be Jesus where is your refuge mines Jesus. When my peace is gone you cover me in your peace Jesus and worry melts away. So do you know me do you think I am shoving my belief down your throat now? I've always been called my grandpas little bottle of sunshine and Jesus is mine. I will stand up for you if it is right I will pray for you be a listening ear and I won't judge you I'll love you. I won't be angry at you I am always understanding. I worship Jesus not a religion Jesus is a relationship I was raised around catholic belief but never trusted it as it taught something's I don't agree with. Catholic churches I felt no presences of Jesus in them I only felt religion but not all churches are bad nor are Christians they must show love that is Jesus. I was raised to be loyal Honest respectful to respect my elders be truthful I was always loving so do you know me? So do you really know me truly? We all have pain and trials and we've all been betrayed so you're not the only one. We all feel pain and bleed red blood feel and hurt eat sleep and breathe. So you're not the only one get that out of your head. So do you really know me tell me truly? Copyright Kindred poet/ Benita Staebell McCartney
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2 Reviews Added on September 6, 2014 Last Updated on September 6, 2014 Tags: Rant, do you really know me, poem AuthorBenita-Staebell M - KindredPoetIAAboutA survivor of Narc abuse it's why I don't stand for negativity bullying or hate towards anyone's race color or creed. "The biggest thing for women to keep in mind is you can't ever let someo.. more..Writing
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