“I can,”
She said,
And she did;
When believing
The first line
She spoke,
Even at this end.
Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
“I can,”
She said,
And she did;
When believing
The first line
She spoke,
Even at this end.
I have opened,
And penned my thoughts into sermon,
Though a novice I feel my best has already been,
And I wonder what next I could say,
That would bring to truth,
That I am more capable
Than I can foresee
I feel
Sexy,
Not because you touch me,
But because my soul is on fire
With self-love,
This is my body,
And it fits me
Like a glove.
Be who you are,
Do not downplay your dreams
and fears,
They are your own,
And so they are
More precious than gold.
I do not see it,
Day to day,
The me that takes your breath
Away,
I need reminded now
And then,
That I am much greater
Than I imagine,
How far I have come,
How much I have done,
I must stop and really try
To recall,
But from the outside
From someone else’s view,
To appreciate
That I may be
Someone’s hero,
Just by being me,
Despite the odds,
By living,
By persevering
I
Don't want to be
Received
as
second rate,
A test,
A replay
Of all the other
women
laid.
I won't.
8/2/2018