More than human

I may be human.But I am also a sister,A friend,A daughter,A studentAnd a disciplinary.I may be human But I am also a vessel.I am a toolUsed and mouldedBy the clay maker.I may be humanBut I am everything That God wants me to be.I am a tool.I am humanThat can be used To meet your needs.To …

If Today was a person

If today was a personI would observe from a distance.I would never rush into a conversation.If today approached me,I would listen and hear what it has to say.Does a person approach Today?I don't think so.If they did,I'm sure it's because they have something to offer it If today was a person,I would remember, yesterdayAnd what …

God’s slave

Imagine being God's slave.Imagine being cursed to do only good things.If your spirit is pure evilI guess that would be the worst punishment,right?This school of thought comes into my mind as I read 1 Peter 2 15.I find myself asking what is bad about being good or doing good for others?Simply answer is that when …

If God was a person

If God was a personI would fucking hug him.But because he is in everything livingI take in the moments and the surroundings I'm in.I allow myself to radiate with gratitude.That's the only way I can tell himThat I am greaful.Words fall short when feelings are filled with expressions words can't describe.The groans and laughtersHe knows …

Do you know?

Do you know or did you knowThat self love is a thing?Do you know or did you knowThat self awareness is the key.The key to healing and realising all thoseToxic energy that's within. Did you know or do you knowThat the respect you give yourselfIs the respect that echos back to youIn the physical realm …

Broken Bridge

The feelings we had for each otherWas never one of loveBut of lust.I see it nowWith the cloudsGone .I can see we wereCraving for affection.Broken as we wereWe craved to be lovedBut we made it upAs we go. We Lived and made our own fairytale.We lived as though we had conquered the world.You were my …

Less Than

It's never said bluntly.You just have to readIn between the words they speak.You ain't like themEven though you are with them.You try to act like themBut you still ain't one of them. You start to fall short.They start to come at youWith their words.Making you feel less than them.Even when you were raised by them.You …

When the angels came

When the angels cameThe enemies stood no chance.What isngoodOr holds potentialTheir missionIs to destroy. So they attackWhen you are alone.Knowing they willWin if no one elseAttacks them. The words you spitThey slowly fister my mindWith negativity.When I open my mouthI speak and interactWith others.You say I am alone.When I ask outloudTheir words turnsYours into ashes. …

Not who I thought

I've got to check myselfCause I thought I knew myself.Through this journey,The hurt childSlowly became theDead child.What was is notWhat is. Your identity is notIn the past.Who am I lookingFor in the past?Just a few gapsThat had to be healed.Don't beat yourselfUp over it.You never knewAbout it. I thought I knew myself.Never thought my pastLead …

into me see

Really scary. They see into you. They see your insecurities. Will they see Who you are Trying to be? Will they see Past the holes, Moles, scars And patches That are slowly removing? Into me see Every little breaks, Cracks and patches That is holding Me together. Into me see The weakness, The brokenness That …