“I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.”
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Goddess


Erykah!!!
My belief in love is unwavering because GOD is LOVE, but my idealistic view of it when coming to romantic relationships has definitely changed. I no longer believe that people have the ability to do what is required to maintain a love that once was. I no longer look at people I know and think their relationships will last forever. I just don’t think the world we live in is capable of producing such perseverance.

My belief in love is unwavering because GOD is LOVE, but my idealistic view of it when coming to romantic relationships has definitely changed.
I no longer believe that people have the ability to do what is required to maintain a love that once was.
I no longer look at people I know and think their relationships will last forever. I just don’t think the world we live in is capable of producing such perseverance.

Dreamland Sometimes I dream. With eyes closed, limitless boundaries. Dreams of loves and life. In the stillness of the night, I dream. When the world is asleep and the silence of the moon takes precedence, I dream of things unheard of. People unspoken of. The man with the long curly hair that I want to love again, The lady with the BMW I want to emulate. I dream of the places I want to travel to. Sometimes I dream while I’m asleep, Until I get the courage to dream while I’m awake.

Dreamland

Sometimes I dream.
With eyes closed, limitless boundaries.
Dreams of loves and life.
In the stillness of the night, I dream.
When the world is asleep and the silence of the moon takes precedence,
I dream of things unheard of.
People unspoken of.
The man with the long curly hair that I want to love again,
The lady with the BMW I want to emulate.
I dream of the places I want to travel to.

Sometimes I dream while I’m asleep,
Until I get the courage to dream while I’m awake.

Secrets Never before have I had to be hidden. Like I’m the hair on a Muslim woman’s head. Hidden like the abandoned books of the Bible. I’ve never had to tip toe around my own neighbourhood and act like what we are, Who we are, Does not exist. When did I become someone’s shame? Surely it wasn’t last night when you were calling out my name. You say you care about me, Yet, In the dark of night we talk for hours, But in the shadows of the noon sun you walk straight pass me. Our love made to feel like purely lust, By your shameless acts of humiliation. I want to scream out loud that you live inside me five times a week. Your hands touch parts of me that were reserved for my future husband. I hate seeing you and not being able to kiss you. When did I decide that this was the life I was going to live. One of secrecy. Shrouded lies. Blood shot eyes. When did our love affair turn into a pool of angry tears?

Secrets

Never before have I had to be hidden.
Like I’m the hair on a Muslim woman’s head.
Hidden like the abandoned books of the Bible.
I’ve never had to tip toe around my own neighbourhood and act like what we are,
Who we are,
Does not exist.
When did I become someone’s shame?
Surely it wasn’t last night when you were calling out my name.
You say you care about me,
Yet,
In the dark of night we talk for hours,
But in the shadows of the noon sun you walk straight pass me.
Our love made to feel like purely lust,
By your shameless acts of humiliation.
I want to scream out loud that you live inside me five times a week.
Your hands touch parts of me that were reserved for my future husband.
I hate seeing you and not being able to kiss you.
When did I decide that this was the life I was going to live.
One of secrecy.
Shrouded lies.
Blood shot eyes.
When did our love affair turn into a pool of angry tears?