Queen Quotes

 I have been too fearful of my own potential, my own strengths and my own voice. I let my broken pieces define me and became content with being a mess.  Is everyone this hard on themselves or am I too rigid to see that my flaws are human, nothing less. That my pain is identifiable that my fears are shackles of the brain, and my potential is undeniable.  Where did I learn to self-hate? Who can I truly Blame for such an ugly pattern of I’m not happy to wake up and see my own face.  I get so stuck in my misery that I block out the whole world until I feel like myself  again.   It takes too much energy to dwell in the past, and even more to pass around smiles that are fake.  I find myself disconnecting from my core, and I see only the masquerade I bore. It gets dark, so dark when you’re an empath who can feel to the depths of ones soul.  I will take on all the negative energy but in hopes that something nurturing can be reborn.  They say don’t let anyone throw that on you and I won’t anymo

 I am comfortable with the fact that no one belongs to me. It makes the challenge for love so much more sweet. The idea that someone is with you because they choose to be, is what makes it honorable even through those moments of misery.  I love, love, but can be complacent in such a fantasied daydream. I fight wars within myself to pull me back down to what I find as a rude awakening .  Some will find it odd that with all I have been through I still have the will to be so optimistic on a world that's shown me, the crooked and exposed me to some of mankind's ugliest ways. There aren't very many people who fearlessly  dream, tirelessly believe, or know how to balance transparency. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Belong to me because you want too. Wear my love like armor every where you go.  Choose me because its frees you, don't break my heart because it will always be yours. Be

 Can someone tell me how to get rid of these soul ties? "I'm so tired of being alone, I'm so tired of on-my-own" Feeling all like Al Green. The exchange of many men's dark disreputable energy for my high hungered spirit. Trapped in a daze of, "This wasn't how it was supposed to be" Scars of the empath. A tattoo of twisted misogyny.  The scares of an empath unhealed. Clean cuts so deep that any narc can spot the subtle creases of weakness beneath the surface of the strongest composer. Asking questions like, "Why are  you such a loner? You must of been hurt real bad. "I wont do those things to you, I'm not the men from your past"  Tearing down the walls of security with gentle words and soft cradles in midnight therapy. All to gain the trust of the one you cant wait to see bleed. I bend and break trying to rationalize the way a narcissist think Because I know I gave all I had in me. I placed my heart in the hope of being the women of

  We twisted those beautiful moments with bitter words and shattered our reflection. Neither you or I can justify the war between 2 beautiful brains   We took those precious memories, and stomped out any light left in a deferred dream. Can you tell me the reason for our season? What lesson did we teach each-other that we haven’t already seen? Was I not humble enough of a women did you not accept my apologies. Do I frighten you? Are you afraid if you gave me your best shot, I wouldn’t shoot back?  It would have been better for me to turn down my intensity. I used to wish there was a way for me to tone it down, but I know now that it wouldn’t really be me.  To not question your intentions or the reason why you raise your voice at me. To listen, to watch, to feel so Carefully.    To question all things that come my way. It wouldn’t be me to be so care-free. I wanted to stand by you because I seen you searching for placement and your heart was aching from always being on your sleeve. I see

  I won’t fall my love. I know you are with me even if we haven’t met in this lifetime on this 3-dimensional frequency.  Please don’t forsake me, as I’m going through this spiritual cleansing. Too many souls attaching to my fragile flesh reaping the light that shines from me effortlessly. At times I feel the urge to cater to them and set them free  But I’m only human, just a women, trying to do right in a world with tormented souls, held prisoner by the master of deceit I pray you hear me, through your conscious I am what your 3rd eye sees. 2 worlds apart but some how, some way, we will be. We will be as one like Adam and Eve.  Or maybe I’m a dreamer with a fabricated idea of romance, maybe there is no you, maybe love comes by a twisted chance. But the    optimism that there is some one out there just for me brings me peace.  I can only hope there aren’t too many lonely nights left for me , and one day my love will rest his head on my pillow and join me to sleep.  I think of my kids I

I was standing in stardust with you, my love. I embraced your shortcomings, found comfort in your flaws and laid down my boundaries to hear your heart.  Me and you both bold, hardheaded lovers cut from the same worn clothe. My headache and my medicine all tied in one. My mysterious man, the one who speaks with force, who loves me but not enough. Who turns me in and out, my soiled roots trying to gage  through the reach of your flaring snout. I desire you. My prideful gem, who turns me on, with intellectual exchanges, cute smirks, and a hint of blush from my mind piercing remarks. You turn me on, your energy bouncing all around me, levitating me to places  unseen.  Oh but how you turn me off. Your ego doesn’t leave any space for me. You deny me,  crushing my spirit and leave me completely drained. You put me on trial, and give no option for a reasonable penalty. My redemption could never be fully paid. You left me with no choice but to stay guilty.  My friend, my love, my twin flame you

  To my Sterling Boys and Brielle   I know a lot of time has gone by since you have seen me, just know In my heart you will always be. It’s so sad to write to you as if y’all aren’t here but adult drama fills the air.  I imagine you all have grown so big and strong, your childhood laugh warms my cold days and our memories together keeps me strong. I know I’m just your aunt but y’all will forever me my Bestfriend’s, the closest thing to my own children and Gods beautiful art.  I wonder what new things you have learned, what adventures you’ve taken? How many books have you read? Have you watched a good movie? How did you do in school virtually and what little pains you hold in your young hearts💜💜💜 I remember you all being so very smart, and I know your mothers are taking very good care of you. Please be patient with them because this time in life is hard for us all.  I shed tears writing this poem but it’s been weighing heavy on my mind. The only thought that I had was why did I have

  My boundaries that can seem to make others mad are a reflection of what I see as my self worth. It can be  hard to hurt the ones you love with brutal honesty but eye opening to know the lack there of is a crutch of codependency.  I keep falling in and out of love with myself. I cling to those for comfort but find myself outside of my comfort zone as I slave to my loved ones every need. The hard decision of should I just let them have it or speak up and destroy everything.  I find that some of the people that I have bonded with fall out of bound with my boundaries. It's a devastating matter at hands. I try my best not to fight the crudest part my personality. When I do I realize it's a battle of being who I am and what others want me to be.  It feels like they want me to swallow my imperfections and at all times have my heart on my sleeve. A friend told me to be careful when people play you to close. Over loaded texts, keeping tab on your time. Seems like someone is trying to

 We live in God's Universal playground. We at times miss the concept that we are too the products of the great inventor. That we too can build, construct, create ideas to plans, to models and plant into the word something new.   I'm on this journey to find healing and myself. I have cancelled out any distractions, from family, friends, and temporary lovers'; to  find solitude in the silence knowing god will speak to me.  God created a playground we call the universe to work for us. At times we believe it's going against us too. The jungle Jim isn't everyone's strength and some of us get sick to our stomachs on the sea-saw.  The playground has something for all of us to enjoy.  We are placed into the universe with the will to play at our own expense; to live, learn and to love but also to fail, unlearn, dislike and die. God created everything in a pattern like night to day, cold to heat and up from down.  We evolve but at the same time we stay the same. We each h

 Black women where does your pain lie.  You are hardened like a rock and fabricate your strength so easily. Cold  weeps beside the moon, when will those tears stop falling. When will the cycle of these generational curses cease.  How can I ever find me without knowing you. Black mama cold, silent, and bruised. Let your hearts break Iyana says, Let your heart break!  Crumble, fail, fall and start anew. Let those wounds bleed every ounce of regret,  Cry those tears of past neglect, heal your heart because  struggle is something we are all  bound too. Leave your soul bare, and let the universe breath life back into you  black women don't be so timid, don't throw too many facades, let down your braids and let your heartbreak. Let it break, let it crumble, let it down, so like gravity it will rise back up again.