Every time I step into a room I disappear-and even though you see my form still I am not here. I fell somewhere between the cracks-and I feel them getting wider-have you ever seen the world through the eyes of an outsider? "Belonging" was something that always fell beyond my range-the things that most defined as normal-I always saw them strange. I often stare at others-almost everyone I see-asking through a voiceless whisper, "Do you feel like me?" But no one quite admits it-at least they don''t out loud-and people bleed to bind themselves and fit within the crowd. So where do I go from here? Don''t tell me this is it-wherein lies the Promised Land for those who just don''t fit? Is "belonging" an actual place that anyone can find? Or is it nothing more than a peaceful state of mind? IF SO, then I belong to those who love me-my friends and next of kin-I am also a Child of God so I must belong to Him. I belong to the earth-composed of dust as I stand here-I am Fire-Wind-Rain and Sun-I am a child of the atmosphere. I belong to all that''s breathing-and that much I know is true-and even if I don''t fit in-I still belong to you. And that makes us connected-at least from what I see-because if I belong to you-then you must belong to me. There is no separation of one from the other-and she is as much my sister as ''this man'' is my brother. Hence I found my answer-I don''t know if it''s right or wrong-poetically speaking this is my summation of the world where I belong.
Poem by Darnella Ford - https://www.tradebit.com
This CD features Grammy Award winning, Emmy Nominated vocalist, Darryl phinnessee - Trk 12
Steve Vai Bassis - Tony Pimental- Trk 11
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