butterfly defect*

freedom is dangerous when bondage is your economy; the way my world unfolds feels like an anomaly.

identify who you are, without the inclusion of one’s opinion; there is only one person in charge of you’re dominion.

the best thing to learn about yourself is to know you better than the people in your life; nursing your esteem throughout any criticism, despite.

don’t allow the hunger of succession possess you; remember who you are back then, now, and for your future too.

with liberation comes responsibility, freedom isn’t free will as we assume; yet, even free will has to pay its dues.

isolation is dangerous, especially when you’re deep in your head; you miss out on the opportunity to leap on faith when it is said.

you are a heavyweight, who understands who you are; allowing only a select few in your circle to have the strength to carry you afar.

your life is important it wasn’t created to be a waste; we all have potential to better ourselves, as well as the control of one’s fate.

when you’re mind is of thoughts that can be paralyzing; remember to apply faith and positivity, to flood your mind with things less terrifying.

stress can be quite thwarting; for that, is why its best to keep good people around who are supporting.

when it comes to your life, you can’t lay back and play dead to a lion; you have to fight hard for you, as if your five senses were made of iron.

spiritual moment*

I ‘m the person that no one show up for when there’s an event dear to me

I’m the person that gets no support when I set my heart on my dreams

I’m the person who doesn’t receive comfort and protection when I’m down

I’m the person who may need help, and when I do no one is around

But I know that is guaranteed; my lord is there always to provide all of my needs

quick ?*

we are not together, just homies;

people can really make you saltier than a salt water ocean!

I am tired of ring around the rosie;

I’m being punished for being in love – can that be forgiven?

this phase is becoming a bit annoying;

but now I see how this can be a test – and it’s very challenging…

should I let it go, or keep trying?

desk talk*

taking full control of my life; the elephant in the room is something i can’t hide, i do this to make known that i show face without pride.

if i’m going to be the example; i cannot run wild, as if life is a gamble.

as smart as people say i am, could bring pressure to any ma’am; it’s hard enough being a woman, but i’m happy to know God has always been okay with the world in our hands.

giving ample amount of choices to show i am capable of doing anything;when i have doubt that i cant, i encourage myself by affirming.

i want to prosper; growth will be a new dress to form my posture!

counting*

challenging myself in peculiar situations, to keep from wearing my feelings a dress. though I’ve been irritated with feeling I have to impress..

I’m so annoyed because it feels so deliberate; and I’ve been working on my own temperament.

I’m always put into a position to heel; that’s not me at all though, I was taught to stand, not kneel!

when my feelings are hurt, and I respond, seems like I made things worse – like I started it first

I allow karma to do what it needs to, but it doesn’t mean it I don’t get down or feel used..

being me has always created and inevitable issue; quickly, it turns around, and all of a sudden they want to know the real you.

pep talk*

writing standing up; giving off lights, fluorescently bright enough! putting myself in the front line; standing at attention, until its my time. juggling the responsibility of being gifted; a blessing I would never give up or ask to be lifted. asking for a sign; forgetting that it may not appear in the image of my design. without a complaint; I know that I am not a saint. I just want to have discernment in all things; to flourish into who I am to be

stuff part two*

I know exactly what to do; asking myself, who are you?

eager to fortify my true person; without stressing, destroying my purpose.

I’m sleepy, yet, energized, even when I close my eyes…

focusing on leaving the past behind; all it really does is make me cry.

I want to inhabit on the good things; I want to leave behind the pain my past brings…

im going to write a song about it; exposing more than a little bit!

I would never spit in your face; it’s best that you reciprocate, with haste.

I’m about my business, I am not your mate; what I say goes, without a debate.

I am my own influence, and I must remember that; I am a different tone of music that could change the entire plat!