being stable in what of my mission consists of firsthand locking in a plan, to make sure I know where I stand a place where I make demands, without prejudice, I would do right by us, I love caring for others. though, everyone should love one another; transitioning with a sequence that'll provide self-therapy, in my defense...
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..
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.
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