I’m Not Them

Im not them.

I’m not religion.

I sat with them…

I was never one of them!

Screw this,

Verse:

The conversation filled with judgement, always to be about you in your absents.

Friendship built on the same foundation called faith. The believer of the same engaging with each other as sisters and brothers.

Judgement always hidden behind the tone. While placing themselves above each other.

A self proclaimed Believer without Discernment, always pointing a finger outwards …

Never within.

This is Religion!

It came in many forms,

relationship,

Education,

Pigment of skin,

Temperament,

Tattoos,

and if you didn’t attend.

This judgement spills everywhere,

infiltrating through society.

Engaging with me as if …

Chores:

I’m not them.

I’m not religion.

Bridge:

I couldn’t give a !

about your judgements of me.

I know you judge. .

Chores:

I’m not them.

I’m not religion,

BRIDGE:

Scripture spewed to justify.

Your religion divides you!

Keeps you its prisoner while keeping you in sin.

Anything, everything, strangers, people, other believers, family and friends.

I’m not them.

I’m not religion.

I wanted the world to know. I’m not them.

Created from the melting pot of expectations, religion, social status, education…

Labeled before divided

Enforced by laws embraced by religion.

This is called Society

Here’s to your expectations, fuck your judgement!

I wanted this statement to beloud and clear,

STORY SHIFT:

I walked in …

The kind man, pointed to his chair. The best investment of my time, two hours later it was done. The most empowering decision I’d ever made.

You bet I went back…

My arms were covered over the next six months.

Filled with anticipation, I would anxiously wait my next.

Nothing about me had changed…

oh wait, something did…

CHORES :

I’m not them

I’m not religion

This is who I am!

That reminds me, I’m not done.

BRIDGE:

I couldn’t care less about society’s opinion of me.

I had already expected the mouths would run.

It made no difference to me.

I had already been judged.

My outward appearance now defined me. It didn’t change me. This is who I am.

I’m not them,

I’m not religion.

I did it for me! I did it to never be mistaken again!

I’m not them!

I’m not relegion.

Mouths will still spew,

opinions will still be,

But this was never about you…

This was about me.

My identity!

I’m not them

I’m not religion

I’M NOT THEM!