fannieonly1 Another week and three days and SU LAW here I come: thank you Jesus! - August 02, 2011 add/view comments (0) |
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rare and precious are my name... Damn shame how many men pass by and go to lames... funny how many shoot, but have no aim... how many slip for lack of game.... I came in this world a blessing to behold... God placed me above rubies and gold... and who I am is who I was meant to be: A crown to a good man, and his shining Glory  Justification Who am I to be... Me? Who are you to judge Me? All of this so sudden Ly. Falls upon my lap. What are all my Choices? What are all my Voices? Why try to leave me Noiseless? Who will know I'm here? Can't I just stand And? Take account of who I am? Take account of what. I am? And follow my own dreams? And if I don't win The game. Someone will still know My name. Will still hear my voice.. And sing. Just because I Was.
I want it to be understood: the only males I take care of are the ones that I gave birth to. Please, don't look at me as a 'booty call.' Don't look at me as an ATM. If you are not man enough to stand on your own two feet and make, then you are not man enough to handle me. With that being said: Understand, I'm stronger than I look. I love the life that Christ has blessed me with. The decisions I made and the things that Satan thought would destroy me, God used to make me into one of the virtuous apples at the top of the tree. Only a worthy man was able to climb up to me. I am thankful for the blessings that are disguised as misfortune, because this only helps me to praise through the pain. Much love, much respect, and true beauty: inner and outer. Who I am is who God wanted me to be. Peace!  Graphics by Nat3ddesign
To Be: The color of mohogany. The color of the soil Sunkissed, God blessed.. The same color as the Son of God The same bronze skin The same hair of wool The same eyes of fire The thought makes me full Milk chocolate Buttery toffee Creamy Caramel To be me... you... black Is who.. we are... By far... To be or not to be... Proud... Strong... Worth... More... Than... Told... (Original Poetry)
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