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Gods gifts

Woman you are a saint! You have sewed together souls to bodies that would have never had a chance to survive. You’re gods golden glue as he  binds you with wisdom and passion. You rock it  in a Christianly fashion that only a woman of god would understand. Woman you are fierce. Your sentiment is your pain. Your joy is your power! Woman you are breathtaking. With every word spoken and unspoken. You are full of charismatic character, god took his time shaping you. You breathe love and live life  sanctified by the word. Man you’re are steadfast and sturdy. Built solid as  you are the foundation to a nation. You are everything a black man wishes to be. Successful, loved and carelessly happy. Man you are driven. Working down to the bones building America’s back. No fear or challenge could stop you from being promised. Man you are sealed. Guarding the souls of gods children. Protecting them by all means. Cool ,placid and reserved as a lion takes its time to feast. Y’al

Set Yourself Free

 My past and presence running Intermingled. Demons laughing, dancing and enjoying their time in my realm. I’m losing sleep I’m giving up time. Demons get off me Don’t try to hid psychological  damage with self- deceit. Fool yourself once now the excuse is almost always, “It wasn’t me”. Everything isn’t an argument , fight, or debate. Demons get out of me Awaken what’s pure and blind to the eye before your soul becomes weak. The demons inside of you Control your thoughts. Don’t let them keep you from your peace. Demon get behind me Don’t look at it everyday: the flaw, the awe the captivity.set yourself free!


He felt like home. Like grandpa’s hugs and granny’s kisses. Like a  school bus ride home, and  evening sunsets. Like afternoon Lunch with your Best-friends. He felt like home. Arms with an instant ease of peace, chocolate lips And a grin so sweet. He felt like ice cream on a summers day. He felt like a sunshine ray , and a Shooting stars runaway. He felt like home He felt like  Twilight, New Moon, and Breaking Dawn. He was was as high as the sky  and as bright as Nebula. He felt like why have I never felt this way before? He felt like a shower after a long day at work, like back-rubs And bath bomb soap . He felt like India’s Aries “Brown skin…  I can’t tell where mines is and where yours begins”. He felt like hopes redeeming  and pains end. He felt like home. Of course felt is past tense. But it’s still memorizing to dream of who we used to be. The trauma that can Happen when direct and in-direct meet. Like I’m saying things I don’t mean Because you act a certai