Jé Suis

but they never taught me how to live.

They judge under their standards not mine.

Dear God, why doesn’t he see

What a beautiful diamond he has in me?

Is it worth my time

To again explain

That what he’s doing is causing me pain?

Spiritually, mentally, emotionally lacking

I think it’s time I send this man packing.

I am beautiful, I am sexy, I am blessed, I am free

To love anyone and anything significant to me.

So why am I wasting my time? Fighting for what?

Fighting for something that’s not lifting me up?

Telling me one thing but acting another

This...

I have this nagging thorn in my side
That aches with every heartbeat
Every lonely day
Every time I see a loving couple
Called pride

It’s more of a nuisance than you know
Because of its existence
You watch love ones come
And you watch love ones go

You can’t just suck it up
Because it sucks you in
As a man with a lot of it
Maybe too much
I’ve lost a lot
Because of what society says a man is
You fall into that un-pleasurable place
Where your pride is tested
And sometimes leaves you with a shamed face

You ...

be careful what you ask for/ because you may get it/ if not more/
im no stalker, smooth talker, playa wanna be/ im just a hopeless romantic/ looking for someone to love me for me/ i added you as a friend through a random area search/ but i felt that only i/ was able to see through your smile/ and empathize your hurt/
you want to be loved/ as unconditional as man can withstand/i want to give you love/ as god-like as a man can/ i read your posts/ ive read your blogs/ i read in between the lines...

 I am a butterfly—

A metamorphosed creature,

Extraordinary, beautiful, and unique;

But also wild and free.

Flying through the air,

I am as light as the wind.

I see the world from many angles;

From many angles the world sees me.

I am fragile,

Yet very strong.

There is trouble all around me,

Yet I keep going on.

And when I do get discouraged

And think that life is not worth living,

I hear a little voice within me say—

Fly butterfly fly;

Again I fly once more.

          ...

  

As oceans divide our love- blessed time relieves me of my misery,
(Oh that sweet, sweet misery.)
Our love was unfertile planted in grains of sand.
Moriah my dearest,
Before- you were as of the stars and moon,
But after you, there was no sun.
Only those dark crevices and this blackened anguish that shades my memories.
My angel.
Curse the gravity that besent you from the heavens,
Then however I may not know of your presence.
And my eyes.
(Sour of dismay) for many a night betray me.
Mock me.
Now I know-
I ...