He reminded me that I am Great

And he mold, shape,
Made me
Yet they could not see
That I am he
And he is me
For the eyes see
What they want to see
And he made me
To see the earth
The world, the universe
Through many eyes
It was lovely-at times
And ugly—at times
Yes he allowed me
To see me.
And I was proud
And I felt shame
That I love
That I hate
And he made me
To see that I am Great
And greatness is in me
Even when I felt that I was,
That I wasn’t,
He reminded me
That I am he made me



©2009 Maxine S. Foster

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