This is a spoken word piece that I wrote, and performed at church a few years back. People LOVE this poem, as do I so I thought I would share.
Men who have their own doctrine…
(What do I say? What do I do? Tell me baby just to get next to you. I wanna know…
What do I say? What do I do? Tell me baby just to get next to you. What do I say?) – Tevin Campbell
See you wanna get next to me for the moment, not knowin’ that I’m fully focused –man- God in hand I’m chosen. Before umbilical cords sung where my voice made waves in momma’s belly ocean I had a dream… the same one that God put inside of me like his kingdom-
And you wanna know what to say to get next to me… wanna know what to do to stand in my presence try putting on armor that makes you have a nirvana essence. Let’s have the same light so when we walk we don’t look like sun ray and sun down… let’s both where crowns/
You wanna know what’s next to me, my friend walking like footprints -and I’m not giving that up for a date that manipulates my mind and make me feel good, cause God told me I’m fine so your compliments are confirmation not a prelude to bedtime – come on get deeper- or don’t come wit it at all ‘cause enough men’s empty promises have made the promises on hold- and the only honesty I’ve experienced is God alone-
So get next to me not even a conversation- til I see the light not from your eyes but your shadow should be mistaken for the sun- let the glory of God do your hollerin’ for you- not settlin’ I want the best and no… you can’t get next to me cause my flesh acknowledges your attractive but my spirit has finally won by authority – and what you want for a moment- God gave his life. What you see as temporary, God waits for me in morning, noon and night- He warns me of things to come, like you for instance tells me when to make friends and when to keep my distance- he’s real and unlike Oprah’s testimony he’s not a feeling- he’s spiritual magnificence/
He’s on the inside like fire shut up in my bones, I am in love and yes quite frankly, I would rather be alone/ with him it’s tangible I don’t feel raped or persuaded, or pressured or mislead- I feel like a woman who wants to jump off the edge, just so God can save me again cause he’s amazing bottom line… so if you want get next to me, you gotta look like him not for the moment but all the time.
Then maybe I can trust that when you hit that line, “I’m not like all the other guys” I won’t laugh and say stop lyin’. Atleast there will be some confidence that you aren’t trying to take credit for his design by being too proud to let another man lead you- and his existence in your life will show me that you know how to walk next to me- ‘cause people who serve the same- talk the same language/ I’m not just a Jesus fanatic I’m flagrant wit it-
So… what do you say? Absolutely nothing, cause most men are Kings undiscovered. Be that King, and let’s see you rise so the Kingdom can get exposure and God will bring you favor, a queen wit like minds and glory that is of the same hue- so when you see a sista like me- you won’t ever desire momentary arrangements- you’ll see a lifetime wit legacies built- you’ll see lives changing just cause we walk in a room/
and what do you do? Leak the very presence of the one you trust, God- so I can see who you worship- and then Tevin Campbell remixes won’t be your mirror rehearsal and all of the emotions that men keep hidden won’t be the excuse for your actions- cause you’ll be delivered from conversations with the master/
I’m not preachin’ I’m just answering your question- but you knew what I was about when you stepped in my presence cause God is here- but we can’t share God so no you can’t get next to me until you have had an encounter- where I can tell from a distance that my acquaintance with you will not be a disaster- and maybe if all the other females before had given you this poem, you’d be living right by now unfortunately men think they got options… yep, your own muscle minded doctrine/
May 19th, 2008- Copywrighted material you may forward the link but it is illegal to reproduce or copy.