Arrested Development

Look through that window and tell me what one observes. A bright young lady dipped in cocoa shaped with curves. Her youth was consumed with nutrients that made her foundation stable. However external seeds being planted was what was unable, to be seen, was an eager seductive flower that sprouted and was determined to have a marriage. The old school commitment was all too familiar yet a dream so anxiously craved. Her virginity was precious, yet, the intake of pseudo love, settling, caused it to not be saved. Let down by words, “I’ve found another interest”, and she settled as a hobby returned to sporadically. Word of mouth the reputation flew south and she sheltered herself in music, poetry and more skins to feel love. Rejection started it and apparently allured others to taste the honey that dripped from her thick thighs. Each catastrophe took a piece of who she was and could become. Even ideas circulated her mind of red rum because the intrapersonal heartache was too painful and left her dismantled. Striving for wisdom and wanting to be the queen of a kingdom, the flesh was too potent though, only more condoms and highs and lows. She was extremely giving and willing. To become all a man could desire, in her heart she hoped to inspire the dogs that chased her. Catty, she became, embarrassed and hurt for the dragon she slain and didn’t see any reciprocity. Crying out to the Lord why me? And still repenting until this day, she can’t understand why the Lord wouldn’t set her straight and on the right track. Possibly because she was tickled when her ass was smacked while being hit from the back by a dude who claimed to the Mac but all he was, was a weak man with a large sack. So the Lord looks at her and sees her onerous ways. Whispering in her soul the days to come where she pays, so she prays. Hoping to be accepted in God’s arms from the storm that lingers over, she attempts the great but within a mortal sits food and liquor. Angels walk into her life which provides insight that gives off a flicker. Yet ever now and then she ponders over the dudes that wanted to trick her. Her soul is so meshed and it is hungry for correction however impatience leads to searching for affection. Through all the dry weeds, two elements she adores is her ability to keep standing and staying grounded to the floor. Each day she tries to wash her hands of the dirt that touched her air (inhaled the chemicals and unable to fully breathe). Reflecting on this thing called life which appears so unfair. God is the key, the Bible is the tool, and the word is a seed that germinates rules. So if only God can hear my cry and consider my heart I can begin living a life worth living with a beautiful start.