I am free to be me,
the woman that God created with intent
with all of my imperfections
& all of the things that are not right
about me per your standards
& I stand here,
covered in more than just designer cloths
broken hearts & scars from
past pains that I’ve allowed to infiltrate
I am a woman of faith
that has prayed prayers that you cannot even begin to fathom.
my life is not dictated by your approval ratings
and I am not here to appease you.
I am a woman with gifts.
my God gifted me in such a way that
mere words, when articulated as He
placed them upon my heart
can part  mountains.
I am mounted in spaces that I never even dreamed of.
I’ve withstood wars
against myself, my home & my children.
I’ve maintained through flames of hatred meant to burn the skin from my bones
& I stand here strong.
resilient.
carrying the weight of a million no’s & not yets,
doors that have closed
in my face again & again.
I’ve laid my head upon tear stained pillows
most nights,
crying out to God
that if He puts one more burden upon my shoulders
I am going to break.
& each morning,
the breaths that I take
with His sunrise
I am reminded
once more….that I am HIS DAUGHTER
& HE is my FATHER
& there will not be any shattered pieces of me
that HE
wont mend.
I remain whole because I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
I was woven together in the depths of this earth,
a secret place that birthed
the heart of me.
& I will praise Him beyond disappointments from that of man,
I will praise Him beyond tears that were meant to saturate my strength,
I will praise Him beyond the worries of this world
I will praise him beyond monetary losses & gains
I will LIVE in my every truth in His name.
I will be me.
scarred, flawed & fully covered by His glory
& I will always use my GODSENT gift
to forever tell my story.
the path that I’ve traveled upon
this journey that has carried me
will NOT be in vain.
No, I will stand tall
my head held higher
than my heels,
with my tattered denim & painted lips,
my coiled tresses
& I’ll bless every woman that crosses my path
by being the reflective image in which she sees herself.
​WE are VIRTUOUS WOMEN.