Really Poem by Courtney Steele

SEE MY HELP IS NOT AN ANGEL MY HELP IS ME

LOOKING INSIDE THE LIFE THAT IS WAITING TO BE

FREED, RELEASED, OR REMOVED FROM HELL

I CAN'T REMEMBER MY UNCLE CAGED AWAY IN A CELL

LIFE IS JAIL

WHEN YOU'RE NOT WILLING TO BE

ANYTHING & EVERYTHING GOD WANTS YOU TO BE

THE BLIND CAN'T SEE

THE DEAF CAN'T HEAR

HE WITHOUT EMOTIONS IS NOT PERMITTED TO FEAR

WHAT IS A TEAR?

TO THOSE WHOM STANDOUT

WAITING TO LIVE IS REACHING FOR HANDOUTS

HANDS UP PRASING THE LORD

SHOOTING FOR THE STARS SO I CAN FINALLY REACH GOD

MY WORDS REACH HIM SLOW

CALLING FROM BELOW

TRYING TO FIND HIM & CHOOSE WHICH WAY TO GO


SAY IT'S NOT SO

SAY IT'S NOT NONE

STOP PRAYING FOR THINGS THAT ARE ALREADY DONE