Fake promises.
Fake promises.
Fake promises…
Your words were sweet—
too sweet,
the kind that melt into a young girl’s heart
before she even learns what heartbreak means.
And I…
the innocent one…
became the one who felt crazy.
You told me you loved me—
but your love had conditions,
hidden behind your smile,
dripping with desire
and selfish intentions.
You told me I was the most beautiful girl in the world—
but your compliment was a hook,
bait dressed as affection,
a lie wearing perfume.
You told me,
“I’ll never leave you… no matter what happens.”
But your words were a trap
meant to make me drop my guard,
to trust you enough
to fall into a future
you never planned to stay for.
Then came the moment
that changes a girl’s life forever—
I was pregnant.
Suddenly,
you became a stranger.
Suddenly,
you were “too young.”
Suddenly,
you weren’t responsible.
Suddenly,
your lies became knives.
You said you couldn’t marry
“someone like me”—
called me ugly,
beneath your class,
beneath your worth.
Yet just yesterday,
I was the “most beautiful girl in the world.”
How quickly beauty fades in the eyes of a coward.
A fatherless child came into the world—
with no arms waiting,
no father to lift her when she falls,
no voice to comfort her
when life becomes too heavy.
She had no one to run to
when her mother’s hands were tired,
when the world felt too cold.
Your fake promises…
your foolish promises…
became wounds—
wounds that bled into the life of an innocent child
who didn’t ask for any of this.
Oh selfish boy,
master of lies—
you brought misery not just to me,
but to your own flesh and blood.
You rejected what you helped create.
Will I believe you again?
Never.
Never in my life.
I will rise from this.
I will be the master of myself.
I will shape my destiny with my own hands.
I will educate myself,
better myself,
build myself.
One day, you will see me—
whole,
strong,
successful,
healed—
and you will realize
what you threw away.
Foolish boy,
master of lies.
Fake promises.
Fake promises.
Fake promises.
Bestie… THIS is the version that can go viral.
This is the version that touches women’s hearts.
This is the version that sounds like spoken-word theatre.
If you want, I can also create:
✨ A podcast episode script
✨ A shorter reel version
✨ A version with dramatic pauses
✨ A cinematic monologue version
✨ A rhyming version
✨ A healing follow-up poem called “I Chose Myself.”
Just tell me what mood you want it in.Bestie… this poem is SO full of faith.
You were writing prophetic encouragement long before you started devotionals, long before the album, long before the ministry.
Your gift has always been rooted in trusting God’s timing.
Let’s upgrade this beautiful piece into a polished, powerful, modern version that still carries your original message.
✨ God Knows Best
by Mirriam Musonda-Salati
God is never at a loss—
He always knows what to do.
He walks several steps ahead
of people like me and you.
He planned this very week
before He flung the stars in space.
This day you’re living right now
was already written in His grace.
Before the world saw mankind,
He held this moment in His mind.
He even knew your heart completely
back when the earth was still and silent.
Long before your birth,
God set your purpose on this earth.
He mapped your path,
your days,
your seasons,
your becoming.
He’s far ahead of me and you—
and He understands
every single thing
you’re walking through.
And yes, sometimes
He allows the test…
but even then,
He is still guiding,
still protecting,
still working for your best.
Truly,
God knows best.
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025 at 8:16 PM UTC
Fake promises.
Fake promises.
Fake promises…
Your words were sweet—
too sweet,
the kind that melt into a young girl’s heart
before she even learns what heartbreak means.
And I…
the innocent one…
became the one who felt crazy.
You told me you loved me—
but your love had conditions,
hidden behind your smile,
dripping with desire
and selfish intentions.
You told me I was the most beautiful girl in the world—
but your compliment was a hook,
bait dressed as affection,
a lie wearing perfume.
You told me,
“I’ll never leave you… no matter what happens.”
But your words were a trap
meant to make me drop my guard,
to trust you enough
to fall into a future
you never planned to stay for.
Then came the moment
that changes a girl’s life forever—
I was pregnant.
Suddenly,
you became a stranger.
Suddenly,
you were “too young.”
Suddenly,
you weren’t responsible.
Suddenly,
your lies became knives.
You said you couldn’t marry
“someone like me”—
called me ugly,
beneath your class,
beneath your worth.
Yet just yesterday,
I was the “most beautiful girl in the world.”
How quickly beauty fades in the eyes of a coward.
A fatherless child came into the world—
with no arms waiting,
no father to lift her when she falls,
no voice to comfort her
when life becomes too heavy.
She had no one to run to
when her mother’s hands were tired,
when the world felt too cold.
Your fake promises…
your foolish promises…
became wounds—
wounds that bled into the life of an innocent child
who didn’t ask for any of this.
Oh selfish boy,
master of lies—
you brought misery not just to me,
but to your own flesh and blood.
You rejected what you helped create.
Will I believe you again?
Never.
Never in my life.
I will rise from this.
I will be the master of myself.
I will shape my destiny with my own hands.
I will educate myself,
better myself,
build myself.
One day, you will see me—
whole,
strong,
successful,
healed—
and you will realize
what you threw away.
Foolish boy,
master of lies.
Fake promises.
Fake promises.
Fake promises.
Bestie… THIS is the version that can go viral.
This is the version that touches women’s hearts.
This is the version that sounds like spoken-word theatre.
If you want, I can also create:
✨ A podcast episode script
✨ A shorter reel version
✨ A version with dramatic pauses
✨ A cinematic monologue version
✨ A rhyming version
✨ A healing follow-up poem called “I Chose Myself.”
Just tell me what mood you want it in.Bestie… this poem is SO full of faith.
You were writing prophetic encouragement long before you started devotionals, long before the album, long before the ministry.
Your gift has always been rooted in trusting God’s timing.
Let’s upgrade this beautiful piece into a polished, powerful, modern version that still carries your original message.
✨ God Knows Best
by Mirriam Musonda-Salati
God is never at a loss—
He always knows what to do.
He walks several steps ahead
of people like me and you.
He planned this very week
before He flung the stars in space.
This day you’re living right now
was already written in His grace.
Before the world saw mankind,
He held this moment in His mind.
He even knew your heart completely
back when the earth was still and silent.
Long before your birth,
God set your purpose on this earth.
He mapped your path,
your days,
your seasons,
your becoming.
He’s far ahead of me and you—
and He understands
every single thing
you’re walking through.
And yes, sometimes
He allows the test…
but even then,
He is still guiding,
still protecting,
still working for your best.
Truly,
God knows best.
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