This ones for Shay Shay:
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but it seems that words can hurt me. Words can pulverize my heart. Words can burn the minced pieces to ash. Words have broke me.
Don’t give them that power, don’t give them that power to belittle and you and make you inferior. Don’t give them that power. But hold your fist up in righteous anger and defend yourself. In the posture of a boxer, wrist locked, fingers tucked and rectangular knuckles covered by your thumb. Hold it up in womynly defense, to defend what you have left of dignity and respect. Don’t give them that power.
Respect yourself. Girl, respect yourself. Respect yourself enough to know that you will NOT return the favor, but instead you will stand proud and refuse to waiver from what strength you have left. The strength to continue to love in a fashion of Jesus, loving the poor, and the least of these, and that means… loving on him. Respect yourself girl, enough to be better than those who have mistreated you, respect yourself to believe that you are beyond what means you were told to achieve, respect yourself enough to know that you… are amazing.
Live. Live on. Live free. Live a life where you can dance with one hand waving free, live with each breathe as a precious gift, life without the shackles he locked upon you with the strewn out key. Live. Live free of the cuffs that you have broke, live free of the bounds that you have spoke, live. Live proud to have survived, with the scars as proof that you do abide. Live to know that your story, will break others free and reproduce hope. Live strong girl. Live on.
Have faith. Have faith girl. Have faith that life has its up and downs, that someday you can forget how to frown, have faith that the beautiful light with the vitamin D, that has the ability to make you happy… will be seen. Have faith girl. Have faith that life is not a game, that not everyone will use you and hurt your name, break your heart, stomp on your soul, that you are loved by short and tall. Have faith. Have faith that the children you teach will give you every glimpse of God that you will ever know, that they will make miracles out of the snow, that the little happiness’ are enough to keep you afloat. Have faith. Have faith that all things must pass. Have faith that, All things… must pass.
PS: I love you friend. Knowing you has changed Me.
