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Im thinking of shrinking my inadequacies

And inflating my desirability

Capture the eyes of a desolate man

Divert paths merged in captivity

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Sometimes you need to be a tourist in your own city.

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Challenges from sparking your light 🫶🏾✨

I’m not to sure if everyone got to experience this in their childhood, but in my youngest years on earth my display of creativity, spontaneity, and pure joy never needed to be instructed. I simply existed and followed my heart. Unapologetically. Somewhere down the road, limiting beliefs and glass ceilings weighed above my head and informed me of the real world. A system of some sort that allowed for people to tell me how to behave and what activities I should indulge in. This isn’t to say that the word is evil or the world will turn you into a victim. No. It’s actually the opposite. In life, either through grade school, our families, or social hierarchy we are brought in to care about details that don’t actually pertain to us. Pushing us down roads that feel like a cul-de-sac and forever staying within the loop and cycle of what we ought to be given our age or life circumstance. In this it becomes a system and a self imposed prison between what our minds deems as safe versus what the heart truly desires.

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A Broken Peace of Me (1/4/22)

Being a woman will have you feeling as if your only value in this world is held together by the features on your face, the body you walk in, and the man you choose to serve. To be a woman can either be easy or horrific based off those three simple principles. Notice how they aren’t much either. Many times those things can be quite final, particularly the face. The entire essence of a woman is captivated by the love she has for someone and the desperation she may have to keep that soul around. Nobody told me that when it comes to the quality of life you wish to have for yourself, you are the architect. The designer and that the path you take lies in the decisions you make for yourself. So I broke my heart. I broke my own heart in hopes of obtaining a more fulfilling and purposeful love later down the road. I am in pain but I am free, and to me that is quite beautiful. Knowing my pain serves a greater justice makes me feel less alone. Like this is all temporary and it is. See when you are a woman, you are tied to the emotions you have for people. The things you love sometimes don’t love you back the way you wish they did. And that’s okay. That’s the world we live in, and the reality for many of us women. Our hearts serve as collateral damage for the growth of the children and men in this society. But not mine. I refuse to allow my entire worth as a human being be held down by a man’s inability to be grateful. That’s his talk with God, not mine. I guess sometimes you must love yourself and the other person enough to show true love, which is tough love. I pray now that my tough love doesn’t go unmet. One day love will come back to me. In the meantime, I get to love myself, every minute and every second until then.