Imagine barely wanting to be here
Then somebody comes inside your life to makes it real clear
That you ain’t shit and don’t mean shit
Like you ain’t rare.
Like you ain't got a soul
Like you ain't got a reason to be here.
Guard your body there’s a soul in it .
Don’t let just anybody touch yo spirit .
Don’t let them come inside & take control of it .
infiltrate your mind & take a hold of it .
Every rose has its thorns. And those thorns are there to protect them . People will uproot you because they admire your petals and throw you away once you start to wither. Yet, you only withered because you were not properly rooted and not handled with care .Stay Soft but keep that dog about you & keep those thorns sharp. They’re their yo protect you .
As I explored my Femininity there were a few bumps in the road. I started stay soft at a time when I was in situations that went completely against who I was and I needed to remind myself of my foundation. At a time where my femininity was being taken advantage of and I slowly felt my softness, my confidence and jovial spirit being robbed from me. I want to keep that spirit in me. The goal is to be a happy old lady , not old and bitter . But a woman’s experiences can lead her down the latter if she allows it . I still haven’t mastered the art of being soft yet stern. How to set boundaries...
