Do You Have Permission To Live?

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"Do you have permission to live? Name your worth!”

As if you must be granted a place on this earth.

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"I'm glad you've justified my existence," Ray'd say,

A joke with a darkness that had settled in to stay.

Beneath that dark humor, the message was plain:

Your existence needs earning, again and again.

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So early you formed this false belief in your bones,

That something was wrong and you’ve much to atone.

You tried to be better, and Mommy smiled more,

And that toxic belief lodged deep in your core.

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"Do you have permission to live? Name your worth!”

As if you must be granted a place on this earth.
 

That lie took over, became your reason to live,

To fit in, be loyal, prove worth, be forgived.

To never hurt anyone, a great name to beget,

To try again and forever to pay those fake debts.

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Our cultures declare it, the doctrines give form:

All humans come owing, we call it the norm.

In debt for a lifetime, never paying all that’s owed,

Your okayness contingent on what others bestow.

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"Do you have permission to live? Name your worth!”

As if you must be granted a place on this earth.

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But this debt was invented, that ledger’s a fake,

You never owed a thing, can yourself shake awake?!

You were fine at the start, innocent you are still,

There’s no debt to be paid, upchuck that bad pill!

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"Do you have permission to live? Name your worth!”

As if you must be granted a place on this earth.