Mute Voices: Spoken Word

Outlet 3

God I'm angry

God I'm angry. I'm not just a woman with pain and big dreams. Why does life have so many ends and not enough outs? God I'm angry; too many lives lost and not enough souls saved. Don't they realize the price that you paid? Give me a song and I will sing it out loud. Not sure if I can, but I must draw a big crowd. I can't keep telling you how sorry I am; How much being a father doesn't make you a man. I'm angry at the teachers who aren't teaching love, instead they're giving false hope and telling you, you can not win; then wonder why those children end up in a pin.

God I'm angry, at the churches who are worried about how many will attend, instead of focusing on how many presences they can draw in. Preachers preaching loud to crowds of all types, but didn't anyone tell them without condemnation or restoration, there will be no people to hear their words. I'm angry at the rich who feeds off the poor. Who sees that man but walks over him as he lies on the floor, screaming, Don't come knocking at my door! What those rich's have he doesn't need, god gives it one-hundred and three times more.

God I'm angry at the good dieing young, but what about the man who doesn't even recognize his own son; Even the mom who laid there three hours in pain, but looks the other way as the nurse rubs it's head still giving the baby a dead beats last name.

God I'm angry, at the man who walked out on his family for a woman he barely knew, telling his children, this is all better for you. The wife drops to knees begging him, Please don't turn your back on me! Does he not realize it's not just her it's his whole entire family.

God I'm angry, it's really swallowing me up; like a suction without a cup. Deeper and deeper, this anger dives in. How can I change the world when so many are broken and hatred is running super thin; Soon there will be no one to bring life or love back again. I'm looking for a easy way out someone come and help me push this weight out. Anger is a disease without much of a cure, it takes so many Medicines to wipe it clean; Come on you can't tell me, that I don't know what being angry really means.

God I'm angry, there is so much fire in me, screaming, Please damn it someone lift me from my knees. You see someone did save me, many years ago he gave his last breath for me to become who I am, A woman and not everything you portray me to be. Christ is all that I am, so please listen you see, God I am not angry anymore you took all my anger and turned into more; more love, more peace, that is all I needed for my anger to decease.

God I'm not angry any woman whose faith is to its last core. I'm loving me for me, you for who you made me to be. Thank you god, for setting me free and never denying me or leaving my side. I'll continue my mission and let you be my guide. God I can finally say bye to that angry side.