Tuesday, May 26, 2009
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Next time, don't raise my hopes.
Next time, don't raise my dreams.
Not make my head explode with thoughts and ambitions that will never happen.
Next time, don't tell me things that will never happen,
Don't promise me things that are not real.
Don't convince me of something that I'm not.
Because I don't want to go up and fall down.
I don't want my hopes to float up and burst mid way.
I don't want to fly high up and away
to find that I haven't moved at all.
I don't want to sing a happy tune
then realise I've been singing the wrong melody, the wrong note.
I don't want to be praisedÂ
because I know it'll become a bunch of lies someday.
I don't want to be called pretty,
Don't want to be called kind,
Don't want to be called polite,
Don't want to be called gifted,
Don't want to be called talented,
Don't want to hear people tell me things that I know comes through gritted teeth.
Don't say I smile nice,
Don't say I flow in the prophetic,
Don't tell me I have the preacher's anointing,
Don't tell me any of these things, unless it's confirmed.
I'm not pin pointing to anyone,
but I'm shouting to the world.
I just don't want to be let down any more.
Emotional, one sided posts are stupid, but it makes me feel better, because I can see what is really the fault in me.
Love,
Zoie Esther