The Blacksheep

I AM WHO I AM...

"BLACK SHEEP"

I FEEL LIKE THE BLACK SHEEP AND ALL THIS IS TRUE.
THE BLACK SHEEP IN MY FAMILY IS WHAT MADE ME FEEL BLU.
IF I HAD KEPT MY SECRET ASIDE AND OUT THE WAY,
MY PARENTS WOULDN’T HAVE FOUND OUT THAT I WAS GAY.
WHY ME O'LORD,WHY ME THE BLACK SHEEP?
WHEN DO I FINALLY GET TO FEEL FREE?
FROM ALL THE PAIN AND THE HURT THAT I HAVE DEEP INSIDE,
MEANING BACK TO THAT DAY WHEN MY FATHER SAID,
"YOU ARE NO CHILD OF MINE"
HE CALLED ME EVERY NAME IN THE BOOK BUT A CHILD OF GOD,
I LISTENED AND TOOK IT IN, ALL I COULD DO IS SIGH.
WHAT THAT DID TO ME MY WORDS CAN'T EXPRESS,
IT WAS TIME TO TELL MAMA,... IT WAS TIME TO CONFESS.
THE WAY SHE REACTED TOOK A MAJOR PIECE OF MY PRIDE,
HER WORDS ALONE FELT LIKE SHE WAS CUTTING MY INSIDES.
EVEN THO NIEHTER ONE OF THEM WAS THERE TO RAISE ME UP,
THEY HAD ME BELIEVING THAT MY LIFE WAS THE DEVILS LUCK.
IM NOT TRYING TO POINT THE FINGER OF BLAME YOU SEE,
JUST TRYING TO EXPLAIN WHY I FEEL LIKE THE BLACK SHEEP.

by: William A. Chapman