I am not artificially made by God making me what I was

Whispers Beyond the Distance By Jessy Jacob (reimagined)

I see him�" Given, or summoned, or sent to me. There he stands, a silhouette afar, My eyes catch his, his gaze mirrors me.

He wears moods like seasons�" Worried with miles between us, Embarrassed at fifty feet, Joyful when breathless and near.

Distance… It paints our suffering in shadows. But he stepped forth, Whispered, "Why count miles when I'm here? Not away, not unseen�"I am in you. Wherever your eyes fall�"I exist there."

Then I weep�" Not for absence, but presence beyond touch. Why, dear God, are you felt yet never held?

These people claw at you�" Not for love, but for gain. They’d devour your blood, bones, And parade your name for flesh and fortune.

And what of me? Should I cry because you're mine, Or mourn because you won’t come?

They think you're meant to use me, Wait for me like prey. Can a woman be reduced to this?

You are divine�" A soul in need of nurture, not defense. A woman, a mother�"meant to birth life, Not be a weapon, Not be a grave.



I see him given or he was to me or he came to me

I see him he stands far away my eyes sees him his eyes seeing me

He is worried sometimes, embarrassed sometimes, happy sometimes

I saw him happy when he was just a feet away,

I saw him embarrassed when he was 50 feet away

I saw him worried with miles away

I thought distance is playing a role in seeing us suffering

Then why distance he thought and came out to me and said I am not

Away here there not seen. I am just you where ever you see me I am there

Then why I cant touch you dear God!, these people think you are just dummy God and everyone want to eat you so that they get all your things, money, flesh, blood and bones too!



Mann what I should cry for…… that you are with me or just not coming to me…..

These people think you should only f**k me, and waiting like anything, does a woman think in that bloody level, that you need another woman to protect you, how is that, woman should behave as mother giving life, here people are making you die and killing others too.

Jessy Jacob

In more poetic rhythm which one you like me or me with my me

I showed two ways, I thought why not use AI to break my head and learn..AI is just tool for impaired persons, not to look so beautiful or over alluding, just be yourself..don't get into madness that I can excel AI too

Reviews

[JessyJacob]

I am not artificially made by God making me what I was or showing how to be why to be what to be..don't we know simple things parents taught in school till 10th class we were saying prayer " all indians are my ..is the prayer to be edited??