Poetry

Poetry

Huh girl?


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You’re good now.
You’re healed now.
You don’t need God now,
huh girl?

You have no more feels now.
Your heart is hard as stone now.
You know that’s just all pride now,
huh girl?

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Love Me Too


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Why is it hard to accept that you didn’t, love me too?

You only loved you,
and her,
and him.
Oh, and yo’ granny!
Maybe ya mama too.

But never an, “I love you too.”

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Clean Up Woman


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A woman cleans when she’s upset.
I’ve turned from my vices,
so I’ll mop instead of smoke a cigarette.
No wine tonight,
I’ll wake in a clean home without regret.

A woman gets upset when she cleans.
I keep finding his things.
A card here, a gift there.
Each pair with a memory,
and now a tear.

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Again and Again


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You can still be lovely Mama.
You don’t have to be ashamed Mama.

You’re beautiful.
You are alive. You don’t have to die Mama.

Who are you today?

Love again. Live again.
You didn’t die with them.

Or, you did.
Now raise again by the power of Jesus.
Come alive again.

Let Him redefine you.
The old you is dead, with those men.
The past hurt, pain, and shame are buried to never rise again Mama.

It’s okay to love again.
It’s okay to love again.
Love Him now.
Love again.

Cheers to the one Man who will never make you feel hurt again.

Poetry

VOWS


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I choose You Lord.
I choose to do.
I choose to reverence you.
I choose to fear you.
I choose to love you.
I choose to let you lead me as the head.
I choose to be intimate with you.
I choose to serve you.
Adore you.
Cherish you.
COMMIT.
Repent always.
Love you.
Hold you.
Comfort you.
Cheer for you.
Stand with you.
Drink with you.
Eat with you.
Laugh with you.
Dance for you.
Sing for you.
Dream with you, and of you.
Create.
And enter this new space with you.

I vow to never leave, whether I’m blooming or withering.
I choose you.
TODAY.
And forever tomorrow,
I will choose,
TODAY.

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Mara Hoffman Swimwear


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I don’t need Mara Hoffman to enjoy the beach.
It’s been supplied with soft grains, a breeze, and an ocean with boundaries.
So thank you online magazines for all of your free insecurities.
But my God supplied all that I need to enjoy the beach: ME.

And this forever21 swimsuit will do just fine.