go

I dont wanna "get by" cause that aint living,  I dont trust these niggas but I can trust my intuition,  I feel my path is God given, may look twisted to you--but I feel you have twisted vision. Im living the best way I know how, and all those past incisions are just proud scars of battle now. A scar is just proof that you are stronger than the who -or what that tried to fuck you up. Im built tough, not like Ford but like from the lord, I laser cut ice with swords and tell all these broads--im still here. I use fear as motivation,  my success--your aggravation.   I aint waiting no more. Im all go, you all show, im all glow. So just know like Leroy "im the master". And when I get to moving faster than your stilettos with no time for hello and we cant gel...don't get jeal-ous.  And if you do so what, like I give a fuck, its strait come up. So don't run up asking questions--cause I ain't answering nothing except "what that trap bout?" You want out better leave now or prepare to bow down...lol...nah I aint queen bey, im queen me. TTG. period point blank beginning of story, gossiping bores me, im out for glory, so abhor me or ignore me, but you wont be before me, and just when you had enough imma give you more me.  Glory glory hallelujah,  what that blade do to ya, is that luminor or muller, no days of like bueler.  you ain't with us then screw ya, im not fresh im newer. Im not Zales im jeweler. You too hot im cooler, you post up --im mover.  Pirate of the carribean and if I aint sseeing more then most im ODing....fuck that im OGing...rip Double D-ing. Yeah thats right I said it, cashing out on credit, maxing out on debit, go broke oh nope wont let it. Me and mines all solid, bigfoot to a hobbit,  my closet against your closet, my pocket against your pocket, my watches against your watches, I dare you to top it.....matter fact I dare you to stop it......if its popping imma pop it, and all I got is beatdowns for any hoe round aint helping my pockets. Dig dat but don't knock it, really un-knock-able....fuck that....un-stop-able, cause even the the word say im-possible, so possibly if you looking for something to see, I got 20 that say its me yes me, hating don't make you great-so hey just let it be.

I belong to HIM

When I think of the goodness of God at times all I can do is cry, when I think of all the times he saved me I can only wonder why, I am not perfect-nor do I pretend to be, the only answer I have is, he really must love me, he loves me in a real sense but not like my friends, my relatives, or my man, he loves me in a sense that I have yet to understand.  He birthed me from his spirit and set me free upon the earth, and tho at times I felt alone he's been with me since birth. Now I do dirt-- go wrong --and choose wrong with some decisions, but a day has yet to go by where I was left without provisions.  I have ignored his warnings seeking to fulfill my own desires, and still he covered me like teflon and led me through the fires. Hes no liar.  hes my provider. my guider. my creator.  and in my heart of hearts I know theres nothing greater. Never woulda made it ......a testimony to my life. Even in the darkest the loneliest the coldest most confusing times in life, he speaks to me in silence and gives me insight. When I think of the goodness of God at times all I can do is cry, when I think of all the times he saved me I can only wonder why. He thinks I am special I can tell by my name, though I have been lonely im never alone for we are one in the same. I listened to the pastor as he spoke of history's men and the downtrodden the thieves and those filled with sin, I began to see a pattern that sparked me up inside, he is for the humble for the forgotten for those the rest denied.  But in each of these stories he washed the people clean, giving them a glow, that all would know, whenever it was seen. My mother left me, my father abandoned me, I have life my entire life with little sense of family.  My brother betrayed me my sisters spoke of me ill. Ive watched love die and seen friends killed.  But I still live, I still breathe, I still rise, seemingly untouched, ive been through much, to some would be a surprise.   I prayed this morning giving my petitions for this new year, secretly I worried if he even really hears--for I too am a sinner by definition of the world, but in his eyes i realized I am just his babygirl. When I think of the goodness of God all I can do is cry, when I think of how many times he saved me I can only wonder why. He has a purpose for me, a destiny, not yet fulfilled, and he encourages me,  so urgently, everyday to make it real. At times tho life has gotten heavy weighted my every step, haunted me with sorrows and threatened to take my breath, I can become mired by the minuscule drowning in the details of what if, afraid to make a wrong move so instead I sit. This time is different though this time is the truth, this time I will win is in my spirit though I can give no tangible proof, all I know is my spirit asked a question looking for a confirmation of my belief, and the word spoke to me "daughter" he said to her "your faith has made you well. Go in peace". I cried. Then I stood feeling good, put my shoulders back, like its okay that what it say, and who can argue that?  The world cannot break me I am more than even I know, and even if I never shine my divine will always glow. when I think of the goodness of God,  all I can do is cry, when I think of all the times he saved me I can only wonder why.