I am a dreamer
An unconquerable soul
Marching to freedom
What is money? What is a degree? What is a good job? What is a successful career? What is a house or a car to someone that hasn’t learned to love themselves? Nothing. Nothing more than masks to hide the insecurity and ugliness that they keep hidden inside themselves.
I see them everywhere, damaged beings masquerading among us trying to hide their souls from us. Throwing their perceived successes in our faces as if we are blind and can’t see their self contempt and hate seeping through their pores… but I see them…
The should be Queen turned promiscuous slut who doesn’t understand her role in the cycle of life or God’s plan for our tomorrow. Instead of building brighter days she looks up in an alcoholic stupor from her backside. When will you learn to love yourself like the Queen you were created to be?
The could be King who mistakenly believes his power is his sexual prowess. A nomad creating broken bastard children all across the land. A magician, there for the magic show but nowhere to be seen when it’s time to do the real work of teaching our boys to become men. A clown, hiding behind your career, your money, your guns, and your sexual conquest. When will you learn to love yourself like the King you were created to be?
I see you, your family sees you, your friends see you, God sees you…. and we all love you… but none of that can save you from that hate and contempt you carry around for yourself. None of that can make you whole until you do the most important thing you can do for yourself. Learn to love yourself and then act accordingly.
Brighter tomorrows start with self love.
I am a dreamer