“WHO’S WITH ME?” By: Cordell Mitchell Jr

“I want to know…
WHO IS WITH ME!?
Not just the ones who CLAIM;
That they’re by my side;
With no guide into my eyes;
With words that are unplugged;
Coming from a heart with no love;
Actually shown to be a lie…
We tend to have a lot of them around don’t we?
Sticks and stones may break my bones;
But words;
Can tear me to pieces;
When spoken from someone close enough to pull the lever of my guard’s releases;
With speeches;
That’s sweet like peaches;
And cream…
With words like a dream;
Flowing down a love filled stream;
But only to see the steam…
The aftermath…
You showed me what you mean.
I guess the theme of your gene;
Was contrary to what I THOUGHT I seen.
But was that stream that I seen;
Just a figment of My imagination?
My love was collaboration;
With YOUR love which was shown as fakin’;
Therefore, making me;
Put another brick in my wall of isolation…
But do I stay here?
Or do I even stay on earth?
Because I’m tired of this happening…
Over and over again…
Suicide thoughts;
Now race through my intellect;
As I look in retrospect;
That ME being dead;
Just might prove to be the best solution;
For everybody…
I cut myself to direct the pain;
From a broken life;
To a slit I put in my vein…
Which actually feels better than my life does right now…
I was told to hold my head up so that my crown won’t fall to the ground…
WHAT CROWN!?
Can’t you see that my clothes are torn up;
In the mud is where I’m stuck,
With NOBODY to help me stand up?
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!!
The people that told me that they loved me;
Left me here to die.
I have Nobody standing by my side;
Or to wipe the tears from my eyes;
Therefore I MUST DIE!!!
The person standing next to me;
Had scars to cover up his whole face.
You couldn’t even recognize that he was a man…
Then he had the nerve to tell me that he understand…
But how could he;
Possibly identify with me!?
He said;
When I was a baby the government wanted me dead;
It didn’t work,
But poverty had me hardly having bread;
To eat;
My feet;
Were blistered from lack of shoes;
I was a Jew;
Yet sentenced to be killed by fellow Jews…
So how do you think I felt?
One of my closest friends;
Sold me out for a little change.
My right hand man, ran;
When the people who wanted me dead finally came.
In had the fame that was insane;
With only two people calling my name;
Which was my mom and my friend John;
After ten of my other friends left and went the other way…
So I can identify;
With why;
Right here you would want to be…
Because even at the end of my road;
I felt that My God had forsaken me…
But He didn’t…
There was a purpose behind Everything I went through…
And I KNOW that’s the same with you.
Look at my face…
It was beaten beyond recognition.
As of right now;
My flesh has SO many chunks missin’…
It hurts…
But the only perk;
Is that YOU can now be shown true life…
I DIED FOR YOU…
And my name is Jesus the Christ…
And I Love You;
Even if No one else does…”

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