As I look inside myself,
I see someone who is ever changing.
Morphing from a child, to a teenager, to a woman.
Through all that has attempted to kill me, I yet continue to live.
You tried to stab me in the side, but yet I healed and overcame those adversities.
You came to interrupt my solitude, but yet I was just amused by your failed gestures.
You devoted your time to destroying my name, but yet I prevailed.
You liked to sit and gaze at me plotting such cruel behaviors planned against me; planning my demise, but yet I continue to stand.
You criticized and freely discussed my downfalls and mistakes, but yet I continue to learn from them as one should.
There was nothing that could pin your restraint, but I refuse to fight that battle with you.
I refuse to run and hide under a rock, giving you the upper hand.
I continue to be a woman who embodies beauty, grace, and charm.
I am generous in my content, elegant in my walk, delicious in my role, eager in my comfort ability, guarded in my slumber, fair on the surface, and satisfied in my heart.
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