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[goddess-fae]

Dear God almighty.

I’m a part of the congregation of faith

I’m a part of the congregation of love

You lead me on

As I walk in your footsteps

It doesn’t matter what they say

I know I’m yours

It doesn’t matter what they do

I’m in your arms

Moonlight shines upon my soul

Whispers of your word in my ear

Your everlasting love all I care

Nothing withstanding

You’re all I fear

I fear to loss your love

I fear to loss your eyes on me

I step with faith even as I fear

For I know you, incapable of fear

And so will I walk like you ask

un afraid of the past

In your arms down the path

Uncleared and un sure

Knowing fully you lead me on

Forward to your promised land

[goddess-fae]

Consumerism : I bet this isn’t the content you came for.

It’s weird we direct our energies into dissecting and criticizing casual things but cowar in the face of relevant issues.

All in the name of seeking validation in a marginalized construct, built to rip off those that do not fall under the umbrella of their idealized standard of beauty. We fall woeful victims to the idea of trends.

Trending body, trending clothes, trending lifestyle, trending you.

The constant seeking to be seen , as beautiful as the other, in the eyes of every, traps you in the vicious web.

I bet wherever capitalism is seated right now, it sips away on your funds with joy in his heart.

Beauty truly is in the eyes of the beholder.

But when the holder of these eyes have been hypnotized, over and over, by endless streams of a singularity held above the other, what do you think happens?

Who do you think he subconsciously picks first when faced with a buffet of different (and beautiful) beings. Do you think he doesn’t want to join the league of “trenders”

Pop culture,

The pocket watch in hands of it’s masters.

Call you zombies to your face.

Put you under their spell, ready to buy over and over.

Molding everyone to look like everyone else.

And those that fall off the equation in search of individuality and personality, considered “abnormal”.

What is normal about you?

Who defines normal?

Consumerism?

Drop off the urge to be accepted at the next bus stop.

I want to see who and who can actually surf the waves of originality.

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Anyways. I see you eyeing my ugly top, wandering why the fuccc I’ll put these on my feed. Wondering who in Gods name made those horrible stitches.

I did of course. Proudly.

cut up a tee shirt (stolen of course 😉) and spent hours hand stitching them 😈.

As you can see I’m comfortably terrible with sewing but 😊I’m pretty sure this is the age of #uglyclothes for me.

[goddess-fae]

They call it ogbanje

Spirit, possessed by the evil hands of the gods

A child of the water

An affliate of death

Called on over and over again back to the arms of her spirit mother who can’t seem to let go nor share her with another.

I call it divine.

Tapping into the realms we’ve been told to run from

Risking the possibilities

Staring the myth of death in the face

I call it fearless

I call it strong

I call it woman

Maybe.

Just maybe, I am that which was called back over and over again to the other side.

Maybe I am she who laid curses of tears and pain to her mothers from both the living realm and the realm of the dead.

Just maybe.

But at the same time her true story has never been told.

For she is an image of pure child like love and indecision.

Loving her mother’s equally and wanting to be there with them both somehow.

She’s ogbanje and she’s divine.

[goddess-fae]

[goddess-fae]

There is a thin line between love and hate

Many say this and mean it

They say you can fall in love with someone one day and the next day hate them

I say I’m sorry you’ve never been loved right that you have this misconception of what maybe right

I’m sorry you have only been with people who aren’t interested in you, do not care for your well being and have truly and honestly been there to bring you pain and hurt

I’m sorry you’ve only been used, by narcissist selfish bastards

I’m sorry they never cared because honestly love, it shows in the scars that you carry and call love marks.

I’m sorry you’ve only experienced people who do not understand love , because how can you share something you don’t know?

True love is true and can never lie

True love is real love and can never hide

Real love is the love that doesn’t concede to circumstance, behavior or lifestyle

A love beyond cognition

A love that is so pure in it’s form it needs no validation

A way of life

A choice

Not some emotion triggered by hormones

Why would you love me and then hate me because of someone, something or someshit ?

Honestly there’s no thin line between love and hate

No baby

There is no semblance between these two because when you love you love

There is no atom or desire or push that pulls you away from that

We want to give hate a meaning really

That’s why we use it to oppose love

But love is the truest nature of being

And hate is just a term we give to the reason why we hurt others and ourselves

The truth is the opposite of love is the lack of love

It’s the blankness that’s exists when there is no love or space to love

Not the blackness that we spill into our hearts to shield us from love

Hate is an Ego

Love is source.

[goddess-fae]

A lot of things are distractions

A lot of people including me are desperately clinging to and subscribing to the distractions

Even trying to find answers of things you are meant to source from within

What’s the hype ?

What’s the desperation for?

Are we really connecting or getting disconnected?