Usually I have words fighting  in my head
Tearing each other from limb to limb
They all want to reach the tip of my tongue,
See the world and touch hearts,
I guess that's why im kinda talkative hahahaha

But today there seems to be no war
I have no thoughts running up and down the corridors of my mind
The world seems to be more calm,
The weather seems gloomy though,
The sky has been darkened by clouds,
the sun is no way in sight,
but don't worry i think i know why.

today is your birthday,
A reminder the sun gets every year on 29 October ,
that something more beautiful, more magnificent was created,
A blessing im too selfish to share,
But since the world needs more good people I've had to make do lol.
#mad love for you
ps: till our ***** sag

"And I don't care what they said, I want to hear what you said to defend me"
Cause you are the one I want to be with when Armageddon begins
we only have each other
I'll rather have them turn against me and still have you as my ally
But before that happens I need to know that I'm  at least beautiful to you"
she said
The girl in the mirror smiled and that was her answer.

We've been through enough pain already
And pretty hurts so we'll rather be beautiful.
In fact we don't want to be called beautiful or pretty
Those words have been overused to the point where they no longer mean as much as they used to.

we'll rather be called breath taking, exquisite, majestic
yes anything but the cliché,
pretty,
cute,
hot,
cause we are not ordinary.

**** is a mindset and we don't have to be size 1 to feel good about ourselves
We don't have to starve ourselves by choice while people in Somalia are starving by chance
The least we can do is set an example and show them that we are grateful for who we are.

See the only thing we'll liposuct is that 100 pounds of low self esteem
We'll do sit ups to get rid of the lies they fed us
And we'll botox our hearts so that they can overflow with blood of contentment
so they can pump confidence to our bodies such that when we walk
we walk with the knowledge that we are fearfully and wonderfully made.

We'll learn to appreciate our stretch marks for they are the proof and evidence that our bodies are content and choose to smile to prove it.
We'll wear our insecurities like uniforms to school,
We'll create awkward situations for ourselves
Make fools out of ourselves because we are weird,
We'll fall flat on our faces,
stand up and laugh at the ground like it has nothing on us.

We'll pickup our confidence, wear a smile and walk straight to that lesson we dread the most.
The one that teaches us to learn from the very past we are trying to leave behind.

Because in the past we weren't good enough,
In the past we had a low self esteem,
In the past we let the dictionary define us,
In the past we would have answered to their name calling,
But this time we are turning a deaf ear, we don't want to hear it
We know who we are,

We are flawless,
and the only reason there is no prince charming coming our way,
Is because we are queens,
And  our king is out there and we know it.

It hits me like the cold August wind,
sending shivers all over my body,
forming goosebumps on my bare skin
making all my secrets known to the world.

It engulfs me in its red hot embrace
Feeding on the flesh of my innocence
******* the air of dignity from my lungs
Leaving me gasping for the remaining respect i had for myself.

Its like that crack in the middle of my mirror
The reason i never bother to look at it
Its like the red ketchup stain on my white shirt
The one i've been trying to remove.

Its my sense of being i search for in the lost and found
The dreams i've given up on and put under lock and key
Its the monster that sleeps under my bed
The reason i sleep in the dark so it won't see me.

Its all the wrongs I'm trying to make right
The crooked roads I'm trying to make straight
Its the sweet dreams that make me over sleep
The reason i put my alarm on snooze.

Its the tests i want to pass without revising for
The A+ i want handed to me on a silver platter
Its the weekend assignments i do on Monday morning
The feeling of being behind time keeps me going.

Its the prayer of a sinner i lament day and night
The throne of grace and mercy i kneel before
Its the dark sins i want made white
The blood of Jesus will set me free.

Its this prayer I've written down
The reason I'm saying Amen...

For every how are you you get asked
is the cliche response of "Im fine thank you"
What are you thankful for?
Is it because they bothered to ask or because they believed the lie you just told them?
Which is the answer and please don't lie to me.

I'm not in the business of making promises cause i can't keep them
But I'll promise you something
The next time you come crying to me,
I won't try and save every tear drop, I'll let it rain
i wont pretend to understand cause most of the time i don't
i wont ask if you are okay cause obviously you are not


I'll be nothing but your pillow to cry on, your shoulder to lean on
I'll even be your punching bag when it comes to the worst
i'll listen to you when the rest of the world plugs in their earphones and act as if you crying is a lot louder than the music they are listening to
Lastly i promise to probably walk away even when you need me;-)

BEAUTY
So maybe it was okay to joke about it,
Laugh about how we'll work hard, be successful,
And get plastic surgery,
But deep down it still hurts.

So we rampage through the first aid kit for drugs to get us high on self esteem,
We compare ourselves to the main chick,
complain about how we are the duff and the side chick.

They say the grass is greener on the other side,
So why keep looking at the main house?
When all you need is in your own home.

Cause they may not think we are pretty
They may place us after that girl
To them we might be the 'oh yeah you are pretty too'
But its okay.

We've been through enough pain already
And pretty hurts so we'll rather be beautiful.