Post by Nicole on Dec 1, 2021 0:03:42 GMT -5
For I am the one who came from dust.
For the woman who was brutally raped I am that woman.
For the woman who was brutally stabbed I am her.
For the woman who raised children I am her.
For I am the woman who would feed her children before herself and starve to see them live.
For I am the one who would give my bed so my children could sleep and I am on the floor.
Father taught me to respect my elders and give my seat to them but I respect my children more.
For if you knew my past you would judge me and say that I am a sinner and horrible person though I have overcome much.
For those who say they love me they also say I am a saint. I am no saint.
For I love with the herd in my heart and it is true and it is real and it is red.
Yet no one understands me, none try.
Though I am sorry for the things I have done and I have made my repentance I kick myself down the road every day because I cannot forgive myself.
I am in tune with nature and I can feel your feelings see your emotions and know you're hurt in your eyes before the tear comes down your cheek.
It is a hard existence.
I am strong and powerful when I want to be weak.
Though I have endured physical emotional sexual and psychological abuse I still loved them ànd always will.
For I know when I meet the God, The mother of nature, the Son the Father and the Holy Spirit they will see the good inside.
None of the others see or understand that name from God given to me that I never speak aloud.
Burning in my heart is pure love for all of humanity and I am hurting in this world, terrible pain that I can barely endure because I am connected to the foresight, of which I never asked for nor did I want to know that pain behind a mother's grief.
It's horrible to awaken and see this world being torn because we can not come together and burn the fire thrice as bright, but his lamp will never go out within me.
I so love the world, I worship the son, and I believe in him. He completes my life.
For the woman who was brutally raped I am that woman.
For the woman who was brutally stabbed I am her.
For the woman who raised children I am her.
For I am the woman who would feed her children before herself and starve to see them live.
For I am the one who would give my bed so my children could sleep and I am on the floor.
Father taught me to respect my elders and give my seat to them but I respect my children more.
For if you knew my past you would judge me and say that I am a sinner and horrible person though I have overcome much.
For those who say they love me they also say I am a saint. I am no saint.
For I love with the herd in my heart and it is true and it is real and it is red.
Yet no one understands me, none try.
Though I am sorry for the things I have done and I have made my repentance I kick myself down the road every day because I cannot forgive myself.
I am in tune with nature and I can feel your feelings see your emotions and know you're hurt in your eyes before the tear comes down your cheek.
It is a hard existence.
I am strong and powerful when I want to be weak.
Though I have endured physical emotional sexual and psychological abuse I still loved them ànd always will.
For I know when I meet the God, The mother of nature, the Son the Father and the Holy Spirit they will see the good inside.
None of the others see or understand that name from God given to me that I never speak aloud.
Burning in my heart is pure love for all of humanity and I am hurting in this world, terrible pain that I can barely endure because I am connected to the foresight, of which I never asked for nor did I want to know that pain behind a mother's grief.
It's horrible to awaken and see this world being torn because we can not come together and burn the fire thrice as bright, but his lamp will never go out within me.
I so love the world, I worship the son, and I believe in him. He completes my life.