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What You Deserve

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Yes! Love is sweet, patient, can conquer all but you also need to bear in mind that as a woman you are the crown of glory. Know what you deserve. The best! Read and enjoy this post written by My Worth.

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When God created you as a woman, He took his time to create beauty and delicacy with a mixture of strength. He sees you through the eyes of a Father, He sees you as His princess. He made you in his own image therefore you are a solid depiction of perfection. A few recognize this value, but unfortunately many live their lives as if they were worth nothing.
It hurts me as a woman when I listen to stories, of how women around the world are being emotionally abused by men, be it their husbands or partners. The amount of unacceptable behavior and guff women tolerate in relationships is disheartening. I feel in my own opinion it has much to do with how much you value yourself, how well you identify your potential and what bigger and better plans God has for you outside of the abuse.
I’m growing up…

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Echo Me Love

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The wooden floor creaked silently, I clicked on the light quickly and saw the shadow which moved briskly along the corridor, varnishing into thin air.

I moved further down the stairs shivering with fear, my toes barely touching the cold wood found it’s way to the landing in the living- room; there I saw it, the eyes red shot, blood dripping from his mouth.

A loud screech echoed from an unknown destination. I opened my eyes where I lay on the hospital bed, with a vague uneasiness, not knowing how I got there.

There I saw him right beside my bedpost smiling sexily, looking erotically intense into my eyes. His unbuttoned shirt hung loose on him, his torso bulging out beneath the plain white tight singlet.

He looked so dangerously handsome with his pink lips pouting out calling for a bountiful kiss. He raised his hands and touched my cold skin. He said to me quietly,’I killed him for you, my love, I would protect you for the rest of my life.’ I closed my eyes in despair for a second, I opened it and he was gone.

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Faded-Blooming Love

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Love may wither

It may wrinkle

It may fade

In the end

It will bloom again

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The Beauty of My Culture

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The generational values sublimed in the ethical region,

manifestation of the randomness within; born inside of me.

The driving force of the cluster of togetherness resulting from

the inner mind of my people. The values of my societal knowledge

hatched as a beauty into my daily life, manifesting into streamlines

of concurrences to be recognised. Perception generating from the

stranger with the practice of my culture; thoughts flowing from him

of the weirdness of it. The mental attitude of it that he understands not.

 For in him is ignorance and fear of what is not understood. The flawlessness

of my practice is undeniably beauteous. Enchanting the senses of old and

new generation; with the driving force of never letting go.

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Liminal Controversial Situations

My loneliness…still comes over me

sometimes…It’s a liminal, lost

sensation of having wandered wide,

endless boulevards, among rows of

orange trees, winter butterflies,

seasons reversed and out of order,

dogs barking from behind fences

meant to keep out intruders. It’s not

the place that impoverishes me but I

who bring my own sense of poverty,

of loss, to the place. It’s a sense of

near nothingness, as though I were

not as much a blank slate as an erased

chalkboard, still bearing illegible

smudges of smoothed-over writing.

     Marco Roth