Telling my story by Phillip Cooke You think you know me? You think you can tell my story? What I can and can’t handle? Why do you try to set up a wall? Place me in a box? Surround me with a barb-wire fence? Label me and put me in some “neat” category? Trust is earned–not demanded! Assumptions are detrimental to the human spirit, mind, and body Lies seek to kill and destroy Hate divides and conquers I only know me Only I can tell MY story! I know what I can and can’t handle I bust down walls The box gets broken down and disposed The barb-wire fence is forever snapped From the same red blood are all nations and peoples of the Earth Trust is precious like gold It’s oK to say I don’t know The truth sets me free Love builds bridges and connects people together I know where I have been I know where I am today I know where I’m going tomorrow So I ask again Do you know who I am? NO! I know who I am!!
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