Why am I me?
Seeing so clearly
I know exactly the way I am
I know why those nearest ran
I can be the killer
Or maybe the healer
I have the blue eyes to melt your heart
I have the jagged teeth to rip it apart
God made me the way I am now
So did He leave me here to drown?
I wanna be wise as the serpents and gentle as the dove
But I only bite like a serpent and have no love from above
How long till God takes my life like a wisp of vapor?
This fruitless tree is better off being used for paper
Scrawl a warning over my body for all to see
Live as this vile youth and be cut down as he
But can I really be blamed?
For being merely untamed?
For all my faults and misgivings can you not see?
I am never more or less than what God made me?
-CL Fuqua
