Our mothers they teach us to be who they are and as penance we lose our first love
Our friends beseech us to act as they desire and for this we lose our next love
Our loneliness forces us to discover that we can only be what we are and within find our last love
As we stop craving the love of those that crave only our pain. As we stop seeking that for which only wants to give us our fondest desire of being destroyed. Fascination with being put out of our misery begins to fade.
As we finally look within for what cannot be found without. As we finally look within to the cradle of the truest deception. The whispers are clear and ever growing louder as we face what all have tried to hide.
Who said that I was flawed, who claimed that I was without.
So hard to believe that they didn't deserve you, much easier to believe that you are the problem.
You only get back what you put out.
Have I, all this time been the maker of my own pain. Have I, just now begun to realize that I am worth so much more than they say. worth so much more than I say.
so much more than they say, so much more than I say, more than they say, more than I say, than they say, than I say, they say, I say
I say, I am a woman, I say I am worth so much more than you will ever know, I say that I hold all of who I am, while you hold none. I am strong enough to yield and fierce enough to give, I am hardy so I will stand and I am confident so I will rise to any challenge.
I am. . . .power. . I am. . . .joy . . . . .peace. . . . . I am. . weakness I am. . .undeniable . . boundless . . I am force. . truth. . submission . . .decadence. . I am . . .malleable . . .distraction. . I am absolution . . mystery. . . .I am. . . .temptation . . . . .rejuvenation . . .exaltation . . I . . .loyalty . . . .am. . . .reckless. . . .imperfect. . . .I . . . . love . . . . human . . . am. . destruction . . .rebirth . . .life. . . .
I am flawed.
Our friends beseech us to act as they desire and for this we lose our next love
Our loneliness forces us to discover that we can only be what we are and within find our last love
As we stop craving the love of those that crave only our pain. As we stop seeking that for which only wants to give us our fondest desire of being destroyed. Fascination with being put out of our misery begins to fade.
As we finally look within for what cannot be found without. As we finally look within to the cradle of the truest deception. The whispers are clear and ever growing louder as we face what all have tried to hide.
Who said that I was flawed, who claimed that I was without.
So hard to believe that they didn't deserve you, much easier to believe that you are the problem.
You only get back what you put out.
Have I, all this time been the maker of my own pain. Have I, just now begun to realize that I am worth so much more than they say. worth so much more than I say.
so much more than they say, so much more than I say, more than they say, more than I say, than they say, than I say, they say, I say
I say, I am a woman, I say I am worth so much more than you will ever know, I say that I hold all of who I am, while you hold none. I am strong enough to yield and fierce enough to give, I am hardy so I will stand and I am confident so I will rise to any challenge.
I am. . . .power. . I am. . . .joy . . . . .peace. . . . . I am. . weakness I am. . .undeniable . . boundless . . I am force. . truth. . submission . . .decadence. . I am . . .malleable . . .distraction. . I am absolution . . mystery. . . .I am. . . .temptation . . . . .rejuvenation . . .exaltation . . I . . .loyalty . . . .am. . . .reckless. . . .imperfect. . . .I . . . . love . . . . human . . . am. . destruction . . .rebirth . . .life. . . .
I am flawed.
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LOving that!! on point. hey come by my blog. i have a wonderful author that has dedicated his debut book of lyrical prose to the black woman. enter the contest too.
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