Not of This World (Excerpt)
Please don’t be afraid as I tell you a secret,
Of emotions this human tongue can reveal,
I may be in this World, but I’m not of this World,
This world as we know it is not real.
Oh sure… I could be the form of a million atoms,
A gay gender of a certain class or race,
But those distinctions seem to restrict my soul,
I’d use them to only save face.
Call it the curse of being a deep mamma jamma,
Since these thoughts are not produced on a whim,
I have two arms, two legs, and a face like yours,
But my deepness is not reserved for a swim.
Mortals and zealots have tried to pass it off.
They had religion and the philosophy of men.
Copyright Joel A. Brown 2005, 2012. All Rights Reserved.