My soul, my vibe, my love language, my life force, spark, unique to me, nobody but me, can Be, this woman of the spirit of love, I’ve been blessings to the ones, that needed the vessel to manipulate and take, control and fake, but still loving them through, saying I see you! No more baiting, creating things, that don’t grow and are just for show!
For I will not be late to the gate of the knowing of my growing, no more I will take from a love language, that’s lame in this game!
No more pretending I’m lending my strength, to make amends, it’s not mine to carry the burdens of the straying and playing, conniving and lying, deceiving and leaving, so the accountability is bleeding!
No band aid from me the sores that pore, I realised are not mine to fix in anyones mix!!

No choice as a child I was stuck in the hive, mother bleeding it through ,
the hurt suffering of quite a few, frozen hearts that needed their own spark,
instead they fed of the ones who are not dead, and hold their light to shine bright.

🌈 tribe of many colours can see all that BE 🌈⭐️💛🌓