Lenten Period, My prayer.

Faults my soul cannot fathom,

Moments lived, seldom told

Clutched on my life, with each

Breath I take in sweet yonder;

Marveling in medley at your grace, Lord

This is my prayer, told in loops

That my faith may not falter..

For all agonies told, incense endearing

Glows I revel in glory at the works of your hands

With your mercies told and joy, now my

redemption…

in all purity I chance, a revoking feeling i envy,

I pray, that this lent my mistakes desert the alleys

That now reeks in stained blood of regret…

Let courage be not my pain but my solace,

in moments of weak and meek…

and in all truth, I pray that i forgive all those

who hurt me…

This is my prayer, this lent..

For love, that now blooms in my heart,

a warmth I have found console,

and peace that brightens my days..

The truth in trusting you, Lord…

for all my dawns, doubts and neglect

with no restraint, yet now with restraint

At your mercies, i marvel in hymns…

chansons of praise, for all you have done for me

and still do for me…

For the gifts of love, faith, forgiveness, trust, and fortitude…

This is my prayer, this lent

that my glories shall not gray…3444

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The Hue of Femininity

Out of Adam, I was borne

Flesh of his flesh, i was made whole

As a strong, beautiful woman, phenomenally.

These scars are not my own

but a part of the pain etched

on my face even amidst challenges

as a girl, woman, wife and mother…

These arms have carried many nations

These breasts have fed any nations

A product of lash judgments about

my personality and appearance as

a black, white, Hispanic and Asian female

A reason for unnecessary hype, profiles

and style;

all caught up in name brands like “bitch”,

mistaken for strength, ambition and intelligence

Phased by the manner in which I speak,

outspoken, never meek

Perceived as haughty and belligerent in

cases of self defense

Labeled as a whore, slut for the way

i dress and walk with a flattering confidence

Closed through a filthy perception of femininity

these times have embraced

Encouraged by social media and television

A cause for ridicule in sections of society

A product of stereotype that perceives

Femininityimages 44 as a weakness…

Quick to misunderstand, in a rush to be

dismissed and judged.

Unaware of the strength within

ignorant to the radiance that is

the hue of being female.

The eyes are the windows to the soul,

and a woman’s soul bears sincerity and truth

Emotion which is also the seal of a woman’s

Soul. Her heart is the doorway to love.

As a girl, innocence provoked

with grace and virtue

As a strong woman, intelligent and supportive

As a loving wife, tolerant and respectful

As a mother, loving, nurturing and kind

For a mother’s heart is vast and glorious

Through the ages, females have evolved

to match with these times,

In education and different profession;

Some also taking on roles in a home.

Fleeting change that now builds

females all over the world,

Empowering them,

giving birth to the strong, intelligent,

hardworking women in society.

Girls, women, wives and mothers

as they triumph with grace and elegance

Ignore the stench embroidered with

double standards and stereotypes

Rise up, work hard and do not

become a stereotype

Stash the labeled stuff back to the

Supermarket,

The baseless judgment and ignorance

Embrace femininity.

Appreciate being woman.

Comfortable in your skin

Proud that you are woman-

Beautiful, strong, intelligent.

Much more than a gem-

Priceless to a cause-

Queen and Mother of Nations.

Woman, rise above the stereotypes.

Mind Games

Mind Games.

Why do you call and text me back?
Work through these flirts,and blow up my cell with your lines-lines broken from an indecisive mind…
Brother, you can’t give me what i need.
Your quiet prowls through these lines are just misguided detours closed through Eldorado…
With green lights to follow-

Brother, why do you kiss me back?
Give me that mush in the heat of the moment-
tit bits of you- leaving me yearning for more, seething for you- searing like the steaming hot love scene we often embraced.
A flash through those moments of Ecstasy as we released inward frustrations to the sound of Soul…
These feelings were needed, but only because i was convenient…
You can’t handle a strong woman…

For all those moments we cherished- good times we might have had- i was your shoulder to cry on-
i loved you for who you were- and was there whenever you needed me.
In moments of doubt and despair, i became your dim unreal lover and true friend.
Brother, i was there…

Yet somehow i shouldn’t blame for your weakness- in the presence of darkness, you forgot how to love and appreciate- but still you wanted to be called, hugged and kissed….and with each kiss, you went through a trance- totally forgot how much i meant to you and started ignoring me.
Kisses all the while, yet you were empty inside- like a mystic creature with no soul.

So, brother now that you’re here- i will say it plain like the meadow and i will kiss you back with the same emptiness you gave me.
You just can’t give me what i need
and i don’t need to misread your motives
and you don’t need to misread mine either…

The light flickers much brighter this time by the road-side and i see you for what you are now…
With one last text, call- this time i will kiss you back but i will leave my heart behind.