I Wonder Parts of Me

Do I really need to be labeled?

I do not even know who I am

Day after day, I wonder parts of me

Do I like her? Or thinks she is pretty

A completely normal thing to think, right

What if I want to kiss her, normal right?

Her lovely lips and her ocean, blue eyes

She is painted by a renowned artist.

Her speech is a wonderful symphony

which I find myself freely dancing to.

No, I must deny these feelings for her!

This is not right of me, it is a sin.

Her affection may look sweet and delicious,

The forbidden fruit I must not take a bite

The artist painted me a good girl.

I am a church girl, always there on Sundays.

No trouble, no fuss, just obedience.

School, then church, school, then church, every single week.

But I like her. So pretty, so caring...

Could be a companion, a special one.

Fight life together like righteous soldiers

Right by my side until the very end

No way, no way! It must be a man!

The way God made us to be, right. Right?

If I do things right, I will be okay.

I am fed this truth by my pastors.

But I like her, I really like her…

Day after day, I wonder parts of me.

If I am good enough, or just broken?