The Psychology of Imagery

I am not fooled by what is before me

I know of those who 'LOVE' to see-

Deception does bring joy to these

But I am bothered spiritually

Fools love the psychology of imagery

psychology because it's only in their mind

imagery; only what the outward appears to be

and this can work for-or against but only

for a matter of moments-Have hope

Believe

I know I am imperfect, I have 29.5 years of life to prove it

But I learned recently that

I don't have to live down to the expectations

others have for me because of who

THEY perceive me to be.

Outside, I am a hot mess

Impetuous, emotionally a wreck, I talk too loud

I don't know how to dress

I used to be a street chick

Hang with all the rough necks

Boosting cars was like just something I would do for kicks

But I also have some good qualities like-

I can keep a secret; 

I have a prayer life; 

I know I love my husband

I try my best to be a fully submitted wife.

I put others before myself- 

I don't gossip

-anymore-

No matter how many times I have fallen

I am scrappy I get back up for more

and there has been progress-I am becoming more.

Some of us just take longer.

On the other side,

I know a story where the outward perception

caused a deeply wounded spirit

Because one had an appearance 

of being real-their 'realness' did not hit past the subcutaneous

The less pleasing to the eye and senses

was wrongly judged a liar-

But, God witnessed.

We, you, me, he, she-

get so torn up about 

what we see-how they see me-how can I be perceived more favorably?

We all blank canvases walking around hoping

Someone will notice we have

outstanding qualities.

We get so caught up with false psychology

when we know what we think and feel

can deal deceptively

Yet we rely so strong on childish things

Rather than wonder: 

WHO IS IT THAT THIS ARTIFICIALITY IS GONE PLEASE?

Is He pleased with the way I scorn her in my mind?
Is He pleased if I can fool others into thinking I am living right?
Because no matter what when we turn off the light

the psychological, invisible, makeup which we've so carefully applied

Is no longer visible to anybody but our minds.

Violence

You are not a man based upon how hard you swing your fists
Society got us double minded and twisted
Glorify violence yet shake heads in chagrin
When young men with bright futures and potential
Choose to indulge in the most primal
of instincts instead
The media lauds the rap culture which touts nothing but death and sin
Yet pretends to be offended when another young lady
gets her head beat in-HOWEVER
They ignore her oppression
Turn around and say it's her fault
When her face is dragged all over the asphalt
Another young child
Is raised without his father's presence
Some say no father is better than that father
Anything would be better then him
But
I am of the mind that a man has more potential
than some desire to ever see on him
They become jealous and hold him back
from ever pursuing ascension
from his start from where he came from
he falls prey to the  mindsets of liars and demons
think he is becoming untangled
but really he only becomes more wrangled in his chains
bondage hold tight
as he clenches his eyes
And searches for release through violence-instead
Finds his demise
What part of our minds do we feed
When we heed the voices that only speak death
I serve a God who came to give life
and Life in Abundance
I am not judging out of ignorance-
I know that life
My daddy did the best he could
Hustling was the only thing he ever understood
And I loved him and I still do
But it wasn't as easy or safe when I fell for
Dudes who only knew that life too
Jump from one trip to another
Trying to make a big score
one deal fall through
The only recourse
 from my man's frustrated hands
Was to start all over again with someone else
And wait for history to repeat itself
If I had known then what I know now...
My generational curses became broken somehow
Washed in blood shed for, not by me
A life ripped by violence, laid down for peace
Peace.