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You Can Have My Plate

A Poem

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You Can Have My Plate

2023, Henery X ©

As they pray for my downfall. I’ll be the one attempting to convince the big wigs to give them a call. This is how it is when you play in every game for forty minutes, and they never play at all. See, I learned from my lessons, this is why my moves don’t block my blessings. But I can’t be mad because it’s impossible to do what you were never shown. Besides, every Jesus has his Judas this fact is well known. And knowing is half the battle. Every snake tail doesn’t rattle. Like all beef isn’t the result of cattle. I pray that we see the light before it’s too late. It’s easier to love than it is to hate. If you that hungry then here, you can have my plate. What’s a meal to a chef? If peace will live after my death. Then let it be so would be the words I’d gladly utter right before I take my last breath. Because no sacrifice is to great for the children, who deserve to experience the Garden of Eden before Adam and Eve started eating and stopped building.

Thank you for taking the time to acknowledge my offering. May all you deserve and desire flow abundantly into your life, as a river does into a sea.

Remember. I’m not here to convince you to believe. I’m here to offer you something else to consider.

May we never lose our desire to outdo what we’ve already done.

Peace, Love, and the utmost Respect.

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