Now when you hand me a dish
and you say that it's ME on a platter,
know that you'll have me wilin'
and looking like the Mad Hatter.
Because what fills me with frustration
is the very notion that you think
that through your mind's anticipation
based on the world's experiences and your situation
that you can even try to sink
the proverbial teeth of your generalization
into my very identity
making me the same faceless entity
that dwells in your ideas and the world's
what you think is an ordinary girl
... good for some things, but annoying and emotional
What you can't see inside me
is that I am an expansive ocean all
filled with good things the Lord poured into me
on that very good 6th day
So to characterize my very being as such, means to me
you are brainwashed by the world's thinking in a way
Because I have been REDEEMED.
And therein lies my identity.
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