My Gift Poem by phillip seymore

I feel like i have been blessed
but just as equal as the rest
heaven was my home and heaven was my nest
i felt like i was pushed out and told to fly
so i cheated with my music smoked it to get high
then stood on my tippy toes just to touch the sky
then pushed back down as i asked him why
grabbed back to my music that stuck out a pen
pulled me up and talked as friends
our bond became closer from the time we spent
became my backup for the demons that was sent
even though i was broke the BOOK gave me cents
when HE came around i used it for rent
it was like the book and the pen was meant
they flowed together and started to make chemistry
my problems split like symmetry
my pen and God seemed to be my remedy
took away the problems i may have had mentally
i think it was equally blessed and sent to me
created it as my armor and used so lethally
i feel like HE gave us a gift to be used peacefully
some have yet to be processed so they are used secretly
my reality started to become reflexive
my gift my father was protective
my pen kept me in the lines
so i was pressed to be the best but never was confined
never did the crime so i never did the time
Juvenal and criminal was never a state of mind
my gift was never to be a trigger or happy with the nine
my gift was personally perfected thats why he should it to be mine
so as long as i have MY GIFT then i know i will be fine......