Lift your wings butterfly,
Flutter them sweetly across the blue skies,
Paint them with your pretty picture,
Yes it may take us a while to catch up with you,
But we’ll get there.
Dance your dance butterfly,
For you’re worth every ounce of happiness.
The world watched as you crawled in the uncertainty of your identity, curved up in malevolence.
But how much you’ve grown!
Today you fly in awareness of who you are!
You are beautiful
A radiance of beauty and hope
He left his mark on her innocent skin, his sister his own blood; he touched her when it was yet dark when everyone else had fallen deeply in the arms of slumber. Susan rose early in the morning, tears at her cheeks and blood on her night gown she rushed to the village Witch doctor told him of the brutality she encountered and quickly was handed a medicine that would make him mad.
She didn’t hesitate to place it in his coffee and with a smirk she brought it to his lips, clenching her fist he said “tell no one”
I am going to make it happen.
I refuse to sit back and just watch others live their dream,
I shall have vision and live mine!
I shall ask knowing my prayers are going to be answered; I will work harder because I know my labor is not in vain.
I will fly because I was destined to soar; I was created to be more,
More than my competitors,
Many may doubt me now, but I shall prove them wrong,
I will be all that God ordained for me to be,
I will be
She enters the car, kisses him on the cheek
“Hae Bae,you good?”
He eyes her from head to toe, questionably
“Wa you look good so?”
“Wa you mean, I dress good for you bae”
“Me, woman! mmm,de only time you dress good so is when you go meet a man?”
“But, you are me man Dread, wa talk is this nuh?”
“Stop lying dere gyal,me know you never wear dat scent dere for me?” he begins sniffing her
She pushed him away”Wa d joke, man sniffing me up,you self buy dis,cheap ting you a get down the Chinese store”
His eyes widened “you mad! As a matter a fact da wa you deserve, only Suzy get Chanel..i mean”
“Suzy? Who a Suzy?”
“I mean,you nuh Suzy ma mother “he looks around nervously
He starts driving the car,
“So you buy expensive stuff fuh your mudah and you buying Chinese for me?”
“Stupes!so you wa me to put uh before me mother gyal”
“Gyal you crazy..anyway please change d subject”
“wa you stupes for,mm?”
“Anyway, anyway you paying fuh me weave today? “She said smiling
“wa,gyal you crazy? After de ting dun fake you want Rasta to pay fe it?”
He stops the car,
“You know wat,get out me darn car gyal!”
“you hear me wi”he removes her sit belt
“no buh,get out,!”
She gets angry”stupes,man you crazy,”
She steps out “Doh call me later you know,darn cheap!”
He closes the door and starts the car
“Where you tink you going? “she said holding the car
“Me gwan meet Suzy,she hair real”
(This Dialogue is written in dialect spoken in both Jamaica and in my home country,I hope it won’t be so difficult to read and understand as it it a humorous one.)
My prayer is to exhaust every talent the Lord has given me,to inspire and bring about a positive change in my generation,to live a life that makes God please and the enemy mad,Live well and possibly live behind a legacy ,great kids and most of all walk through that gate,see God’s arms outstretched towards me,saying “Well done” Amen
She Walks in, sits on the bed, sits up and starts pacing the room,
He walks in; silent as a grave yard never looked at her, removes shoes,
“bae,we should talk” rolls eyes
“I just came from work. Woman please!
“I don’t care, heard you were with her?”
He never looks up,
Hands on waste “What’s her name?”
Silence, removes socks,
“Did you hear what I just said?, and I heard.. She starts crying,
He looks up at her, sighs,
“What? “He grumbles
“I heard she’s pregnant and it’s your child! “She continues crying,
He shakes his head, stands and puts his arms around her, she pushes him away, second advancement she resists,
“So! It is true? “She cried pushing him so hard he knocks the wall,
Passes his hands furiously through his hair, looks up at her, she was concerted, her baby face didn’t look angelic at the moment,
“Can’t you trust me, for once in your life? “He said sadly,
“Trust you?” she choked pointing her finger at him”You lied to me”
“Every time it’s you judging me and calling up some argument..?”
“Who cares what you heard, I’m here aint i?
“But they said”
“They? “Bae if you love me, you would trust me and not them”
She lifts her hands in protest,”You are lying!”
“I did do some things..”he nodded
“I knew you were lying, you two-timer! Get out! “She screams picking up his shoes and handing them to him.
“Wait, Bae it was before us, before I, I got serious “he said as she motioned him to the door,
“Yea right, Get out!” she opened the door
“Believe what you want, but I think you know I love you, and I’m not perfect, I gave up those things for you, because you have dwelt in my heart and you’re the only woman who has touched my heart but if you want to believe them go ahead, but if you love me you would take me as I am”
This one is for the women, who have been hurt, abused at a tender age and keep on hating on men,
Because of what he did. This is for the women who have had their heart broken, trampled upon and as a result keep sleeping around just to feel that gap, but nothing won’t feel that void as you search for love in all the wrong places. No man can make you feel worthwhile if you don’t know your worth. No man can make you feel beautiful if your inside is ugly with scars.
Forgiveness is where your beauty begins, by God first cleansing you from within, and forgiving the proper traitor from the things unseen”
It is loving yourself enough to walk away from the hurts of the past,
forgive them,forgive yourself and give yourself the permission to smile, give yourself the permission to live and be happy and free!
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Sitting behind the counter he steps in and ask about the Cuban cigars, eyes her as she opens the cabinet, he observes her exquisite curves, full lips and is captivated by her unique smile and sweet voice. Her mannerism was so graceful, her stare so breathtaking. She asked his method of payment and if that was all he wanted, he was lost in thought by her exceeding beauty, wondered if she spoke French and he could picture her pronouncing syllables “I’m a French teacher “he fumbles upon the words not knowing what she’d say.
“ i know , was one of your students”