Finishing up some poetry I just started writing, I may still add to it; but, this is what I have so far:
I started out as innocent as can be,
shared love with my people innocently,
just wanted to see the worlds' inconsistencies
persistently turned from their infancies
gathered up an infantry and began our literacy
with unity the only goal on my mind
insurgencies became an impertinency to bind
so who, indeed, am I to be free
if freedom only fruitfully includes me
but what is done was done with a purpose
even though I wonder sometimes was it worth it
curses, they say, are gifts others worship
I don't even know what the worse is,
livin' a dream or dreamin' I'm livin'
I'm goin' livid wonderin' if I'm forgiven.
I'm goin' to listen for whisperin' lips,
souls of Angels listenin' for this,
and if they insist, I'll let it all go
Seraphims are the only true patrol
entrusted with this kind of control
so, who am I, please let me know.