LORD
I sit in silence staring at the books upon my shelf
Books that have taken me on a journey to find myself
A dusty unopened book sits between Lolita and 50 shades of grey
I look longingly at it knowing it will not be read, there it will forever stay
I’ve already found my Lord and no out-dated bible will take that away from me
I don’t need those words which so many taken for granted, I want to be able to see
My Lord found me when I fell into the deepest darkest of places
My Lord showed me the path to follow leading to enlightened places
My Lord expects nothing from me yet together we smile to each other
My Lord, my guide, spirit, love, Mother, Father, Sister and Brother
That dusty tomb I own is the re-written, remastered remix of an original
So it has long lost its real meaning, direction, focus, truth and signal
My Lord sees my beauty beneath my black skin and judges me not
I love my Lord and in return loves my female soul, our love will never be forgot
My Lord’s words resonate deep into my every breath
We talk for hours and never ponder on the biblical version of death
You live in tune with the symphony of your bible yet without a conductor
I live mine knowing my heart has found its home never needing anything more
My Lord you are true to me and never need me to pay a church admission fee
Because our understanding between Lord and I is unshackled, open and free