the pages are getting thicker, seeing that this is something bigger; I refuse to exaggerate, I just can’t help but to contemplate.
chaperoning every move of another, I thank God for a powerful, and thoughtful mother; strong-minded whenever I should, doing all and more than I ever could.
I’m recognizing where the good is hidden it’s being honest, without the fibbing! what more could I say to better explain? i’m doing my best to maintain.
always making sure I am alert, and I am sane always…
moving very slow, with no where really to go; though, I am excited, anything can happen and I’m delighted!
spending momentums of amount of time, with what I genuinely call mine; more than a woman in my prime, I am a creation from God’s design.
focusing, using tunnel vision, making sure I remain whole, without division
doing my best gracefully, being me has always worked perfectly; they’re flaws to you, and gift to me, and I will always embrace it, in it’s entirety.
laying down my own failures, to replenish the joy in knowing that I’ll always receive favor; resetting who I am, making tweaks to stuff that should be on the lam.
my emotions can be overwhelming, but I don’t sit around dwelling; all we can do is try, and when I’ve done my best, I may still cry, then digress.
I am a euphoric person, and I doubt you’ll find any other version, and that’s for certain…
I’ve been looking for better ways to approach things.
taking old habits, and cutting its strings.
I am pronouncing grace and favor over my life.
without any fussing or petty fights.
I am forgiving, for my own sake.
wanting more in life, than to just be awake.
taking a glimpse into my future, yearning for what’s in it, not later but sooner.
taking caution to any blind triggers, by treating its outcome as a simple figure.
being honest with the way life may’ve been, allowing education and guidance to lead me over and over again.
for myself I suggest peaceful practices, so my being is balanced above all averages..
there’s no need to see what’s under my clothes, if you have no desire to understand my soul; I am more than plumped breast and a soft behind, pay attention to the intellect that protrudes my mind.
harvest a meaningful conversation, show me what love is capable of without penetration; adore me for my gentle words, tell me that my smile is my sexiest curve.
love me with admirable gestures, let your choice to choose me be as light as a feather…
descendants from one individual
Meriam-Webster
your actions, attitude, and train of thought, was first conceived within your childhood; without offending your competence in maturity, I’ll explain before I am misunderstood.
seriously, why do triggers that exist? maybe, we watch and observed so much as an adolescent; where do it all start? the rebellion, and rude remarks…
steady trying to wrap my mind around the thought of another’s trauma… I’m wondering if this is why we, at times, don’t receive a bequest of love, but drama…
what’s your background? not your resume, but the one you work hard at when no ones around; the things that if you told, would bring you down and frown; the generational inequities we were forced to shut-up about, so you don’t make a sound…
what negatives resulted in a positive? take me down the road you took, that gave you strength to forgive.
making way for a new mindset, bellowing with joy, while neglecting any regrets. I am lawless toward being only me; pushing my time back like spring.
my gratitude toward building foundations; don’t only make it local, but to share with nations. my achievements in the long run will be my revelations.
i can’t afford to cut any corners; I’m I’m in the midst of creating authentic transformers…blah blah blah
I’m amused at the things I choose to love, and stress about; mindlessly naïve to what I should’ve given doubt. I’m frazzled with thoughts I’ve constantly brainstormed; coming to an understanding that there’s a certain way to perform.
I am moving very steady; making preparations to be ready. whatever may come, I want to fully be whole for my blessing; my first reaction will be to many, quite an impression. I’ve been working on changeable flaws; I don’t bother listing them, it would sound like a drawn out clause.
I truly want to be a better person daily; given with support I hold tight to, can only be family. What’s insane, is they’re worst than strangers; though, it’s safe to say at least we can understand each others anger…
I realized that I have an unspeakable amount of strength; getting to a point where I am standing on what I meant. There’s a lot of energy used to manage my temperament. I’m befuddled with the way I’m often treated; no matter what though, I’ll do my best to be obedient.
I’m sharpening my skills I haven’t yet executed; I’m becoming stronger and no longer feeling persecuted. walking in my shoes has taken a tole; running, jumping, NEVER walking, I’m always ruining my soles.
benefiting from hurt is a serious level of reaping; stay close, I haven’t went left, but I tend to be right when I’m speaking…
those that show consistency, only do when it profits selfish satisfactions; my mind is what truly represents my benefaction; yet, I’m made to always feel as if I’m nothing more than a small diffraction.
love me, not my flesh; cherish my spirit, without distress, allow ourselves to genuinely mesh. I will not beg for understanding and intimacy to be vested; never again will I allow my heart to feel detested…
I have a story that would blow your mind; it could take awhile, so I hope you have time…
building a cornerstone that’ll create a new past; pushing back the bad dwellings with the good and vast. as a teen I portrayed the life of an adult; when it was time to act my age, I didn’t know how, and that’s not my fault.
influences can extend a huge impact; those who are elder to me had plans to enact. adolescent and naïve to what was really right and really wrong; being in that position can also come with rebellion, while being headstrong.
with such responsibility at a stage during puberty, while I’m fighting demons to get far from a toxic continuity; I’m turning it all around, once I’ve crossed over the abyss; I’ll finally have something else to reminisce…
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