If we are what we immerse ourselves in,
I am my children
The internet
And endless episodes
Of numerous prime time television shows.
I am an ongoing thought process
Of anxiousness and caloric intake.
I am obsessive about the unnecessary
And undisciplined concerning what counts.
I am black and white,
An orchestra of trial and error,
A well knit sweater
Bound with both hope and cynicism.
I will preach a point
All the while missing it completely.
I will do as I do,
For that is much easier
Than doing as I say.
I remain constantly aware of my flaws,
Keeping one foot in an embrace
And the other in diligent prayer,
Hopeful of restoration.
I am the synonym and antonym
Of a rhythmic southern Bible hymn.
I got 99 problems,
But my man ain't one.
