Sometimes I slip into
old mind patterns of judgments
like an old coat, worn and tattered.
Why, because I’m use to it.
Cause I survived in negative mode for so long.

Sometimes old habits linger,
hovering like noose around neck
Why, because I heard it whispered by others.
Cause my own family dishonored me.

As I slip once again, I am catch
by voices of higher self.
Caught by The Divines voice
and angels near

Seized by my own realization that,
I am sacred, blessed and deserving.