You Don't Know Me

Behind a sea of unknown faces I emerge, and I see scared people

Afraid to pass me on the street as if the plague they think I have
will mysteriously leave my body and permeate theirs

They say in order to know someone's story, you would have to walk
a mile in their shoes

You cannot even begin to know the places I have traveled in these
worn and tattered shoes. And if my soles could talk it would definitely
bring tears to your eyes

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord, but they have
also seen the bones of those the devil has discarded

I have seen and experienced more than most of you will experience in
your entire lifetime, and I am only sixteen

So don't give me your woulda, shoulda, coulda and whoa is me stance
you have no idea of the mentality I have from living on these streets
and the dirt that stains my hands

You drive by in your fancy car to your house up on the hill, and I am
picking up loose change trying to pay for what may be my last meal

My life has been hard, but I am not the begging kind. The next time
you look in your sons and daughters eyes, think of the fear in mine

Believe it or not, I am more afraid of you than you should ever be
of me

The difference between you and I is that Christ lives in me and that
you probably would not understand

You have no idea about God's love because you are unwilling to lend
me a hand

So instead of you judging me by circumstances you just don't know,
I'm placing the ball back in your court

Because contrary to your belief I'm not your average Joe

Be Blessed,

Lady 4.0