Patricia Kelley (March 11 1957 / Oklahoma)
I Like Being Me
I like everything about me.
I realize after going through a very long journey.
I'm a pretty good person.
No, I can't say, I've never hurt another person.
Though, I never hurt anyone physically, I'm sure I did mentally.
It was accidentally.
I wouldn't do it intentionally.
It was more environmentally.
Getting into unhealthy relationships,
Thinking I could help another person.
But, when I look back, I realize I couldn't help a falling person.
I couldn't stop his father from beating his mother.
I couldn't stop the anger between a sister and brother.
I couldn't help a drunker.
Instead of lifting them up, they brought me down.
I see now, I was a person misunderstood.
I didn't stand up for my rights.
I avoided all fights.
Trying to find peace,
Not realizing they were taking a piece of me.
I stood still as a doormat.
Letting people walk all over me.
Saying things about me that weren't true,
I'm not saying I lived like a saint.
I lived with a restraint.
Restraining my talents,
Not finding any balance.
It wasn't until I really found the Lord.
That I didn't care what people thought of me, it didn't bother me anymore.
I didn't care about settling the score.
I realize in life what really matters.
Is how we react.
That's the true fact!
As long as I'm at peace with God what people say or think doesn't matter.
I know that God loves me.
I know that I was positioned for such a time as this.
To share the truth,
Since my youth,
Because, I like being me!
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