Journaling On

At first I thought I was normal

But I’m far from being the same

Times felt like I stood out from my peers

Of course, I’m no plane jane

I move through life divinely protected

No one else like me

We all say we want to be respected

But is it what you truly need

How do we get our needs met when others have their own needs

I know the answer is just that simple especially when you add please

Please I bed for your help I’ll even drop to my knees

I beg, I beg, I beg, I beg lord have mercy on me.