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Lord, I’m here at a place where I never thought I’d be. In a situation I never thought I’d live long enough to see. I’ve run away from your guidance time after time after time. But I’m here— At the finish line. I’m exhausted from avoiding you, Only to end up in the fire, Trying to satisfy my own sinful desires, Rolling with unrighteous justifiers, Doing what I’m big enough to do to take me higher. I no longer want to be a slave to sin. Only you can deliver me from the chaos that I put myself in. I...

When I wrote this poem, I worked days, and my husband worked nights. We barely saw each other. When I was awake, he was asleep, and vice versa. I jealously wrote this, watching him sleep one morning. I want you to do me. Do me like you do your pillow. Squeeze me. Let your spit fall on me. Lay your head in it. Bury your face in it. When time is up, hit a button, and refuse to get out of it. When one way ain’t working no more, Flip me over and see how you can work it. Leave...

  I have demons That I haven’t yet confronted. And situations have happened to me That I have yet to admit. There’s this dark world that I reside in That I let no one know about. And even though I’m determined to escape, Real life won’t let me out. As soon as I rise to the next level, The forces drop me down two. But no matter the circumstances, I’m determined to push through.     So I move and I fight, And I fight and I shove, And I shove and I thrust, And I thrust and I push....

I love black people, but I can’t stand niggas. The “I can buy weed, but can’t afford my blood pressure medication” niggas. The “I’d rather rent the rest of my life and drive an Escalade than own a house and drive a Ford Fusion” niggas. The making it rain on Facebook while your daughter needs diapers niggas.   I love Jesus, but I can’t stand Christians. The “I’mma cherry pick the Bible and make it say what I want it to say” Christians. The “Your sin is greater than mine” Christians. The judgmental, but “Only God can judge me” Christians....

I USED TO SAY THAT I HAD DADDY ISSUES. THEN I REALIZED THAT YOU CAN’T HAVE ISSUES WITH SOMEONE WHO DOESN’T EXIST. SO MAYBE THE CORRECT TERM IS “LACK OF DADDY ISSUES.” OR ABSENT DADDY ISSUES. WHICH EXPLAINS WHY I PUT MY HUSBAND THROUGH SO MUCH HELL. HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO LOVE A MAN THE REST OF MY LIFE WHEN I NEVER LOVED A MAN FROM THE START OF MY LIFE? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BELIEVE IN “TILL DEATH DO US PART” WHEN THE FIRST MAN WHO SHOULD HAVE LOVED ME ALLOWED MY LIFE TO DO...