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I wonder what you see when you look at me!
No, this isn’t another self-discovery piece so let me just repeat..
I wonder what you see when you look at my body!
It’s apparent, I’m a female silly..
but I wonder if that’s all you see!.
Take my hair for instance, in all its beauty.
Do you see beneath all the weaves
the manifestation of its glory?
Do you see the oil on my head, my thirst to build His Kingdom
or just see brazilian?.. be real please..
Or my eyes..
The window to my soul draped in colours of brown and blue all so seductively.
But can you see the sorrow behind the tears I’ve shed?
..the vision my eyes carry can you see??
They may be flirty and draw you in but can you stare in it long enough to behold its fire?
how I’m not where I want to be, scares and motivates me.
it’s really a beautiful irony if you make time to see.!
Are my lips drawing you in only for a kiss
or you yearn to taste the words rolling off them
speaking His word so gently?
like an apple in settings of silver proverbially!
My bosom may be full and supple
but I hope you see the children I’m ready to feed
Ready to pour out the only love second to the Saviour’s…that of a mother for her child!
see these are not play toys, they are an investment
and you have no money.
Can you see how delicately my fingers caress the souls of the sheep I shepherd
Steadily praying, serving, feeding them towards Christ
or you just see nail extensions?
Hips so curvy but do you see how they emanate the girth of my personality?..
my ability to mould and hold a family,
have stress thrown at me and still ask for more?
After all, I’m as wide as the ocean_ no pun intended!
I’m begging you to see how my back wasn’t built for late night calls
but a support;
carrying my career like a dog,
eating scrap from role-models,
scratching and biting my way to the top..
how can you only see jeans!??!
Downsouth I hope you see my reproducibility
Incubating, multiplying, exaggerating whatever you leave me.
Think twice and do not sexualize me.
My face may be pretty but can you see the Spirit beneath the melanin?
..the battle within?
Do you see how my feet weren’t made for heeling
but to bring peace and the good news
and Oh how beautifully _ in flops or Loubs!
Please do not sexualize me.
My body may be perfect but do you see the temple of God?
Do you see the armour I’m desperately trying to put on?
Do you yearn to keep the sanctity of this temple
because I’ve been through a lot of general cleaning
and His brushes always leave me bleeding.
You may like the manner of my walk, sway of my hips, curl of my lips
but do you see the phenomenally insecure, emotionally suffocating one
or you just see bodycon?
I am so much more than my body!
I am the child of the King of Kings!
Sexy is not my goal_ purity is!
I am a woman of God!
I carry His presence, even my smile alone can save a dying soul.
I am so much more than my body!
It is His holy temple
so before you go lusting after me
I hope at least you can see who I really am..
but most importantly,
WHOSE!
~sheyla~