to catch you means I have to fall onto my own knees
sadly my knees are too old for that
I don’t trust
the sweet talkers
remember I came from one
and he never entered my heart
so be upset
be furious if you must
you are not meant for me
and I am certainly not meant for you
lets talk while we cover our fingertips in henna
let’s talk and get some understanding
you lost a lot, you have been through a lot and still you pray
and still you bow your head in submission
let faith give you the strength to keep on moving
now you pray from your chair still, for salvation, health, protection
you pray for me, you pray for us, you pray for the souls that have left us
you pray for this entire temporary world, each word overflowing with sincerity
you are one of the reasons why I found my way back to God
you are my sabr in a world that is so temporary
you are my reminder that faith will keep the heart alive
so lets talk, make some memories and let the henna work its magic
you were opening yourself up to love
by breaking your own back.
by drowning yourself in apologies
that it would make you more desirable.
You were actually attending your own burial.
Now you are living six feet under and they are walking all over you.
Stop. Go back to living in the sun.
Let a true lover celebrate you with full force.
Accept the love, the trust, the commitment.
Never stay lingering around an individual
that is not grateful for your presence.
Let a true lover celebrate you.
Let a true lover come to you with commitment.
With intention. With action.
Your Mama did not risk her body and soul
for you to accept the bare minimum.
You are meant for thick love.
Let thick love in.
please stop praying for us in cliches and silly old slogans
we are six feet under and we need you to get to digging
do not let the thoughts
ruin your way of living here
go ahead and disrespect your doubts
fulfil the promises you made to yourself
may you find a way to release the heaviness
to let go of the feelings that make breathing harder
without giving up your soul
by whispering to me
whilst my eyes were betraying my heart
you tried to own me from within
slowly your voice filled up my hours
this home became your house
I needed my soul back
so I put a world in between us
as you poured yourself into your words
I would sit there and let my heart overrule your thoughts
now you are living
without a witness
without my presence