I'm still trying not to become a bag lady, and carry around baggage without a tip for free
Like every other woman I see, or man, for that matter
Trying to keep my self open, not naive, but open
Open to love and to beautiful and to positive, all the things god is...
Trying to separate my past from my past but still remembering the signs and disruptive occurrence in an already irregular pattern that I've analyzed to the point of knowing too much and not saying one, word..
Too hard to look myself in the mirror anymore
Cuz my me was lost drowning without a sound
Beneath a river of hallowed heartbeats, the waves of sonar turning into radiation, clearly,
microwaving my brain
Into thinking it was ok,
Acceptable, thankful even, to be treated anything less than a queen
Isn't that what we were all truly meant to be, kings and queens of divine right, regardless of bloodlines
Blessed and highly favored
Now I see what he tried to show me I'm just grateful I was able to recognize it in time