Hi lovies, I have not blogged for so long because of so many things I needed to get in order. That said, with my beautiful jasmine candles burning in my house, dried rose flowers tickling my nose, and favorite cat scented blanket around me, today is a good day to resume. I resume by sharing this beautiful poem I just penned (I write poetry to process anxiety) and I usually don’t share my poetry and art works here but today is a good day to start something new. A rebirth if you please. I will decorate this page with my girlie favorite clothing items, purses, selected candles, perfumes, poetry and yes art.
I get asked by a lot of ladies about things I wear and use, and yes I also get a lot of jealous catty energy from the insecure girls. This is my page dedicated to every girl, if insecure please stop being so and jealous and instead choose to be humble and learn. If rooting for me then yes my lovely, I am rooting for you too. If googling me randomly please stop, this obsession is unhealthy. I can only be me, you can never be me but only be you so why not join us girls to have some relaxing time on this page. Lets begin with our opening poetry fittingly titled, Her with the full link below. When you enjoy the careful curation I will do on this page, be sure to join my newsletter, and get what you can see from this page inspired posts to take care of yourself and always remember, you my darling, “you are enough”.
HER
Her, 13, with her almost boyfriend, yet never quiet a friend.
He almost became her Pimp,
But God declared lets turn him to Simp.
She, forced to sinned and then some more,
But God said I saw it all.
She had no backing, backed to the wall.
Yet her foot had coverings, shielding her fall.
Her fall was brutal, until the dust turned to gold.
Afraid of him, he made her quake,
Till she mastered ways to make him shake.
His weapon were knives, boys and oaths,
Her weapon was guts, God and thoughts.
Him “Commands, circling, strange houses, penetration”.
Her “Resistance, More resistance, Still resist some more”.
Her thoughts almost led to her death, yes, lets drink poison.
Her thoughts pulled her from the edge, no let’s see tomorrow.
She goes on oblivious in bliss.
Her, glory, none could darken.
Her equivalent pain, few can take.
Thus her equivalent shine,
must be gloriously bright.
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