Category : Poems

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I've been in this deep egotistical slumber

Rolling over only to slap my convicting alarm

Pulling my covers over
To hide the chill of pestering oppressed  realities.
"Dam, it hurts to sit up and face the complexities of womanhood, 

To slip on your walking shoes, and brace the task  of an uncertain day

But its time to get up
Untangle these pity covers,
Pull back my blinds,
And leave that compelling desire to quit beneath my floorboards 

Time to wash the crust from my cornered eyes ,
And provision my self for a new vision.
One that allows me to forsee bended knees, and supllicated whispers.
"Lord, i give u ownership over all that troubles me"
Starting from afflicting brokenness from trouble relationships.
May my faith mend me and
Only 
Bend me into submission
So that i can sit still in order to be  whole again.
Lord i turn over my womanly  toxicities , 
I desire a new identity as a woman, tailored down in jewel characteristics.
Fashioned down in self respect
Time to embody worth, 
Crown my mentality  so that i can exude prudenency in all that i encounter as a woman .
I desire to no longer succumb to emotional chaos, nor rally in displeasing mannerisms.
Time to manifest the woman i inspire to reflect, when i rise to look in the mirror in the morning.
Give  me the courage to do so, 
Give me the strength to press
And not regress in womanly mournings.
Signed  by your daughter 
Amen.