Listen to me


Listen to me, thieves:

You can break into my house

You can steal my TV, my microwave, 

You can steal my stereo, my jewelry,

my $800 diamond earrings.

You can even try to steal my identity.


You cannot begin to steal

my soul

my spirit

my creativity

my faith

my family

my friends

my REAL identity... what makes me ME

I am still whole

This is not about me at all

This is about you

And I pity you...

for the smallness of your soul,

and the darkness of your heart

And I find myself praying for you, hoping that

as you ravaged my belongings, 

you came across a seed

that planted itself in your heart...

a seed of hope and life and love and redemption

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