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I had this picture of how she should be
Blue eyes, broad smile, beautiful skin so melanin.
Eyes to show my glory, hands to seek my power.
So perfectly I coiled her up in a womb
And chose to let her forget about me.
I only hoped… on her own, she would come back for me.
Hoped, that she would know something was missing ..
That her breath was incomplete without me.
It hurt!
Letting go of the reins into that sinful place.
Mine. Fully mine. Fully let go to the slaughterhouse
Of course he saw her too.
His eyes are not as wide as mine but he can sense her light
And create a perfect camouflage.
I fought the urge constantly. To deliver her from his lying tongue
But I could see her heart floating towards his deceptive eyes.
The flicker in her eyes every time he gave her pleasure made me shudder.
More like pseudo-pleasure because he creates nothing; only distorts what is mine.
Now she’s covered in scarlet but that’s no problem
I’m just waiting for her permission to wash her clean
Oh how I love her!
If only she could see…
If only he could see
If only he could see the extent of my rage
Battling the enormity of my love.
It’s a struggle. But my patience overcomes my rage.
I can be forceful, wiping the lot in my rage; her, him, all of them!
But all I want is for my love to be received and responded to.
How can she not see that I’ve been here from the beginning and will be to infinity
I never leave
I never change my pace
Always close…in and out, all around her space
Her mind is blocked to my word; she holds the key
If only she could hear my daily whispers of love, hope and mercy.
That I only let her go so our intimacy would be out of willingness.
Somebody get her for me.
Look in the mirror and repeat this after me.
I was made from love, for love and unto love.
Hear me, when I say this;
I am made for God