Who made the world where cheerleaders rule
Where enthusiasm trumps substance
Where glamor is enough
Why do we praise words
avoid deeds
And cover our emotions with
self-righteous disguise
I seem to see great things in the most broken
Yet see little more than self-love in the most popular
It is the spirit of self-love that draws others
How i long for a conversation with a man
instead of the actor playing the man.
Thank you Lord for those in my life who are real
who bear all things
endure all things
love with courage in the absence of praise
Thank you for examples of life
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