I am a woman with fire in her veins,
a flame of beauty,
a song of conviction,
and a burning passion in my heart.
I've slain the demons,
that have threatened to destroy,
my sanity.
I have fought to claim myself,
for myself.
I won't let that get taken away,
by casual acquaintance with my heart.
I need someone who see's me true,
someone who has fire in their veins
and a song of conviction in their heart.
To be the keeper of the flame,
of passion,
of desire,
of beauty,
and all that is real.
My core is deep
and only someone of pure and good intent
will reach it.
My Grandmother raised 9 children on her own
Through poverty and depravation
she persevered
I've always heard
that she was a saint
the kindest person
I honor her
and have looked up to her
throughout my life
through my own poverty
and depravation
It takes courage to face the world
to raise children
when society has failed you
I took her example and said to myself
I will do this! I will raise my children to be
Wise
and honorable
Decent
and kind
I will raise them to work hard
to look at my example of decency and hard work
and to emulate that.
My Grandmother was a decent, honorable woman
the type of woman that I strive to be every single day.
Difference
is uncomfortable
The more difference
the greater the discomfort
In some cases we accommodate
we imagine, how it would be
to live our lives in a chair
Or how it would be,
to not see.
However
When the differences are harder to see,
or understand,
it's easy to dismiss or reject them,
be afraid.
harder to embrace someone who doesn't fit the mold
that you were told is acceptable.
Their differences may seem like a choice,
or a personal failure.
We think to ourselves, why should we accommodate that?
But who are you to judge?
Can you really know what others face?
Can you not accept that we all try our best with what we've got?
Give others the grace, that you should also allow yourself.
