I AM NOT
I am not going to carry dead men’s bones.
I am not going to sleep in your city morgue.
I am not going to cry in your funeral parlor.
I am not going to carry dead men’s bones.
I am tired of sleeping with the “e-ne-me” I am tired of wasting my time.
I gotta’ a new song that was given to me.
I will not sing one funeral dirge.
I am not going to sleep in your county jail.
I am not going to carry your ball and chain.
I am not going to mark my time in misery.
I am not because I know whose I am.
I am not shuffling in your misery line.
I am not dying to stand in your roll calls.
I am not serving time because I was made to be free.
So, I excuse you, and you will excuse me.
Because I will not recite your effigies
I am not going to strum your blues chords.
I have got a kingdom that awaits me I have died to be raised lifted and free.
I have a royal robe and refuse to wear grave cloths.
Because I know the tombstone was rolled
And the rock of ages clefts for me.
He grants me a life victoriously, abundantly, and eternally.
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Poetry written by Pamela Purnell