Written @6:05 PM 5/10/2016
Once a upon a time there was a good girl who catered to her family's desires.
She learned to realize how much she was killing her own happiness.
Slowly drowning in sorrow and anxiety.
She decided to walk her own path and not to seek others approval.
She was mentally and emotionally drained. Her spirit was uneasy.
Her soul craved peace.
They didn't understand the battles within herself.
All they seemed to do was judge rather than listen to understand.
Screw trying to please the next.
Screw crying cause someone doesn't appreciate her for the queen Jehovah made her to be.
She walks in his image.
He knows all and he sees all.
The times she cried herself to sleep.
The times she hot boxed the bathroom.
The times she drunk until she blacked.
She had to shed the dead weight and go through metamorphosis.
It's apart of growth.
She killed all of her demons.
She overcame the enemy's antics.
She rose above temptation.
She turned a cheek to the offer to be a stripper and throw away her morals , values , class , dignity , and self-respect.
She's worth more than a quick buck or a quick f**k.
She's worthy of being a wife and a mother. She's worthy of being honored.
Adorn her or watch her slip through your grasp.
Love her or lose her.
Appreciate her or let a real man step up and show you how it's done , but whatever you do remember that your pride will determine life or death.
Remember the tongue is the greatest weapon.
Remember your actions will either have you in a chokehold or will set you free.
The good ones don't come around too often. Never take that for granted.
©quiara
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