Lowered Eyes

There is a cross to bare, too much to say, my ‘saving grace’. Im honorable. I am strong. I am resilient. I am. Oh, yeah, wana come see about me? I can make you cry. Make you beg. Make you want to be. Human. A soul. A passion. A person.   Please, come see about me. I can hurt you to the soul of your being,  because you have not earned my being.

Youre a bithch. Youre a crierw, youre soft and too empathetic and touched with too much forgiveness. Why? Iwill never be that. I am so angry at the result. Of disrespect men have succumbed us to!  Never be weak. Smile and say good bye and never see to him again. He is a low down weeakness in our bodies. A pesticide. An entity that craves your flesh. Yeah no. Never. Nope cuz im too damn good.  And u knoew it with your lowered eyes while mine remaine high.