I think you are beneath me.
From your large callused hands to your mismatched shoes, think you are too low, in the hierarchy of things i would like, things i like
I like, dark skin, on white sheets, soft lips scented with whisky, i like tall guys with cute lashes i like goofy ass people who make me laugh, i like sarcasm and yet you,
You with yout mismatched shoes and belt got my attention and now am not really enthralled but more captivated than i have been in a while, you, see me say i have wrapped my principles soo thickly around me am in a cocoon you who thinks am too boujee, too intelligent yet.. Yet i know
You are not the one am looking for, you are just not it
Recently i started this journey that scared the heck out of me.
I am living alone. In my own house. Paying my own rent.
And i looove it😀😀😀
Am i still scared yes. Out of my mind.
But our GOOD GOD just calmed my fear, there i was standing at the edge of the cliff my eyes closed, my knees trembling, palms sweaty, and He being as hilarious as He is, just pushed me. He made it so that it was impossible for me to stand there, and keep thinking about how far the fall is how sharp the rocks look at my feet, how comfortable i was at the edge, just standing there, contemplating, never really planning on jumping.
I realize now, how silly i was being, claiming to love the Father yet scared of being His child, truly, in all senses of the word, thinking HE is like human beings who you cant trust with keeping your cat company for a day, let alone with your life.
But am learning everyday. It is like i discover all these good and wonderful things about me that i didnt even know i am or i had . I am learning patience, and trust. And best of all Love for me, my mistakes and my scars.
Am queenin’ on my scars😊