5/26/18
5/26/18
We use each other to move each other
We push and pull
Till we’re both fulfilled
I speak you listen
You guide I follow
You challenge me to be it all
You challenge me to be my best self
I inspire you I think
I challenge you to see a different point of view
I challenge you to be great
You love me
Purely
You love me in a way I’ve never seen before
You loved me as God Loves us all
You loved me unconditionally.
You never forget about me. I always said I was a Christian, but I saw God when I met you.
You were always there when I needed.
You didn’t know I needed you but you knew to call.
I didn’t always know I needed you but I was always glad when you called.
You are always patient with me
You give me the space to be
You make me want to
Your spirit gives me permission to open up
Your being gave me the encouragement to want to be free.
I always wanted to meet someone
I could grow with
And here I am
catching myself bloom
I always said I was a Christian
But I never met God until I met you
One day you said I love you
and it felt like the most comforting words. I felt accepted.
It felt so Pure
You said you loved me and I believed you
you said it again and again
And I couldn’t breathe
you thanked God for making me
and I thanked God for making you.
One day you said you didn’t love me
Because of how I looked or what I could do. You didn’t love me because I made you feel a certain way
You said you loved me because you loved God
You said you loved me simply because you do.
Your spirit saw mine and they grew and glowed.
They loved each other
We brightened each other’s lights
I saw God in you and it brought to life the God in me.
I’ve heard that words 1,000 times
That God is Love
But I never knew those word till the Day you said them
I had never met God until I met you
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Malaika Holmén by Sølve Sundsbø for Vogue Scandinavia ,October 2021
I miss me
It’s been a long job.
I’m getting calls because my friends and family have forgotten that a few weeks ago I told them how busy and broke I’d be.
And even though they understood my missing presence, I must be leaving a larger hole than expected.
While I’ve been off learning,
I’ve also been missing me.
My routines have been broken and forgotten
My learned habits have become memories
And my forgotten habits feel like new toys in a goodwill window
Reminding me how nice they were and yet I have to remind myself why I gave them up in the first place.
The job is almost over and I’ll be emerging a new person.
Worn and in need of rest
In need of an uplift
A cry
And then another blast of energy to keep me going.
I miss me
But I’m never the same
Day after day
I keep growing
And I need to learn how to take care of me
Day after day
Learn my needs for each day and work with them
Care for them
I need to learn to hear myself more then anyone else
I once painted a canvas with a boy We made art together That boy was not nice One day I punched a hole through the canvas He apologized and I forgave him I picked up the pieces to the canvas I destroyed I taped it together I stapled It was something new Later on this boy popped up Well he didn’t pop up I messaged him And he kept responding I guess Secretly he did as I hoped So I forgave him again And thought to make the art we made And I destroyed Into something even newer I took the canvas And let the pieces that fell apart I took some photos That I destroyed and reassembled (Clearly this dude made me crazy) And let those pieces fall apart I put them all together on a new canvas Something to commemorate the journey And still acknowledge that it was a journey This boy finally admitted He was not just a boy He was not nice He was A boy who didn’t belong in my life I took the canvas apart once again I took off the old torn painting I took off the reassembled torn pictures I took off the little Knick Knacks I added along the way I torn it all apart and was left With a blank canvas I replaced that blank canvas with a work of art With a person Who I think is myself If not me entirely Then a little bit of me I took that blank canvas and filled it I filled it with me My heart My feelings I put the thing in the space that should’ve taken up that actual space in the beginning I filled the blank canvas with love With admiration I filled it with a face A face I did not pay attention to A face I should’ve looked at more A face I saw A face I now see I think Maybe I’m projecting Maybe I’m interpreting my own art wrong But this is how it made me feel. 🖤✌🏾
Just guess how much I love this job
When you change, don’t announce it. Just bloom.
Lisa Wilkes Autumn Inspiration .
My Family looks good They’re glowing Their spirits shine through Clear as day They’re each going places Taking off And never turning back My family looks, Hella Good
