Lord, I fear something I shouldn’t.

I feel your coming back will render

All my hard work useless, not knowing

That praying to you is part of the

Hard work, which will bring us closer

And write my name in the book of life.

I don’t know what I want.

I’m unsure –

I’m a traitor.

I’ve betrayed you all my life.

I have questions to ask but

The most important one is:

Why do you still want me?

There are times I feel you calling me

When I’m listening to your music.

I can feel you calling me, touching me mentally

Trying to call me but my pride and shame

Won’t let me respond to you.

Lord, forgive me! I want you but I don’t know how to show it.

I only come looking for you when I’m in need of something.

Why is that? I beg you, please

Place an intense hunger for you in my life.

I want to love you like I love money and women

But I don’t want to just say it. I want to prove it too!

I can feel you stroking me as I write this.

You’re my best friend.

You were there from the very start

You anointed me as your own child.

I will worship you forever.

Glory be to God!

I’d rather die than kill

So whenever I’m around killers

I tend to feel ill.

Nothing is happening the way you

Mapped it out in your head.

We’re trying to become legends on this earth.

Friends started moving different

When I began to put myself first.

My brother, I’ll go six-feet deep in this earth.

I’m trying to get a billion pounds

In my mum’s account by my 21st.

She’s my queen and not my God,

So I can’t worship her but

I’ll buy a hearse for her.

About haringeyunchained

Haringey Unchained is a collective of students aiming to show case the creative talent of Haringey Sixth Form College in Tottenham, London. We think that through the promotion of our creative thoughts, we can educate our community, bringing to the foreground the critical and creative consciousness of a vibrant school in a deprived part of London. We are endeavouring to provide this blog as a platform for our community, giving the space to those whose work otherwise might not be seen or read. Being that the cuffs are off, we are able to express through our photography, art, short fiction and poetry, what’s really on our minds. We are free.

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