My Sheep

A few still shine-Gold Souls
I'm placed around them to guide
If they alone choose to accept
push, pull or reject, its still alright
I know what it's like, to be stubborn
It turns on you and will for-sure burn
earn your wings here in hell
by never telling yourself
how you really feel
like it or not
expression is the remedy
to overthrow the enemy of oppression
all these gifts of inspiration
has any of it sparked even a little
Internal revelation?
If so why you still waiting
breakdown to be found
The Lord promised
you're never alone
or
left to be forsaken

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country

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