(A poem/spoken word piece by me, Shivonne Johnson; written June 8, 2010 at 1:34am)
A secret, why keep it?
Privacy, confidentiality, its only for me
Or a select few
That's what folks say when they got somethings they don't wanna say,
Can't say, shouldn't say for they might be looked at in a different way
Cause your not who you say you are
Nor are you who people think you are
You're more like "Uncle Scar"
Scarred on the inside, the side that holds all your cries
The cries you don't choose to hear but yet in the silence they ring loud and clear.
It was a choice, you made it deliberately to protect your "privacy" but that doesn't really exist. Privacy is a made up place like Narnia or Never Never Land
Only you have the access and only few have been there.
But in this place you have to face your fear;
face the truth, examine it all or else that day will come when you fall.
Many will see.
And your "privacy" quickly becomes the reality.
The reality, there's flaws; there's scars, there's broken pieces and all
Of them are now exposed.
Hidden no longer, now they see your really not much stronger
Than they.
And that's actually okay.
Cause when privacy becomes reality
What was once brokenness now becomes your victory.
See we've already overcome, not simply someday like its been sung, but we HAVE overcome.
Through the blood of He who placed captives in liberty, let blind eyes see;
Who made YOUR privacy HIS reality.
Bearing it for the world to see on the cross at Calvary.
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