8: Definition of a Freewrite (Writing for Freedom) by Maya J.T. Dawson
From this week's episode:
Watch Maya's interview on Father Swap - Following God When it Doesn't Make Sense: HERE
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Email: mayajtdawson@gmail.com
Below are the words from the poem "Definition of a Freewrite", written and performed by Maya J.T. Dawson.
Definition of a Freewrite (Writing for Freedom)
I’m fighting for my life these days
One step at a time
One breath at a time
Cause at the age of 29 she left me
And two years later so did he
I refused to call myself an orphan
Because Daddy Most High
Has always been with me
But really?
Did I have to become the poster child
For footprints in the sand?
I’m used to lending a hand
Instead of asking for one
Being in control
Instead of losing it
And speaking of losing it
I am losing it
This battle it seems
Between generational curses
And Godly legacy
Between my will and His will
I was reeling through time
With no reason or rhyme
Wondering why this road was so hard
And life left me scarred
I chose the path of least resistance
Hoping my persistence
Would earn me a crown
But the ground was hitting back with low blows
I didn’t know it would be like this
How did I get here?
Sowing a seed
Without a harvest in sight
It wasn’t right
But I wanted righteousness
So I didn’t complain
And fought to stay sane
In this crazy world
I couldn’t win
Without losing
Or better yet fighting
So I took a knee
To gather my thoughts
And retain my place
Where wisdom speaks
And humility sings songs
Telling me less is more
And simplicity is beautiful
And yes I’m a mess
But the moment I admit it
He cleans me up
From the inside out
It was time for me to ask for help
And not just ask
But receive
Not just grieve
But cleave to the lover of my soul
You see all this time
He had been waiting for me
To tap into dependence
Daily that is
Not just when I’m down
Between a rock and a hard place
But when the sun is shining on my face
I need shades
To keep from blinding me
To what really matters
Family, Friends and Faith
All the stuff in the world is never enough
My heart need to be resuscitated
All clear
No fear
Just faith
It was time for me
To start living on my face
Resting in His grace
And trusting in something bigger than me
If I was going to survive
No scratch that…Thrive
I needed to reset some things
Forget some things
Sublet some things
In my heart
You see the heart
Is an interesting thing
It can grow cold and hard
Without me even knowing
Without me even showing
Weakness
Bleakness creeps in
And before you know it
You’re friends with sin
Now choking the life out of you
I had to get back to better
No best
And rest in my weakness
Find strength in my meekness
Cause it’s not all about me
And I can’t do it on my own
This life is on loan
To see if I know what to do
When permanently residing
At the foot of the throne
This home is not my own
And I can’t take it with me
So what am I working so hard for?
Temporary gifts from the tooth fairy
Instead of eternal life from the truth fairy
How contrary
When Mary’s lamb
Should be the focus
Not some hocus pocus
Abbra cadabbra
This cadaver
Is but dust
Often lead by lust
Of the eyes
Lust of the flesh
And the pride of life
When I should be carrying myself
As the wife that I am
Married on earth
Engaged to a king
The reason why I sing
The author of being
Shedding His blood as the ring
You see I
Am betrothed to perfection
So despite the election
And it’s outcome
I know who holds the future
And I don’t have to fret
Over taxes and debt
Or even nuclear threats
Because this is not my home
And this body is on loan
Though it works to earn
Interest on every gift
Entrusted to me
I see past the temporal
And focus on the invisible
So now you see me
And how He freed me
From hypocrisy
From democracy
And this force we see
Called life as we know it
The true definition of a freewrite
