To The Women I Once Loved

She is a super hero.
A life giver
A life changing energy lies within her.
A caregiver who can loosen the grip a man has on independence
A natural remedy that can put to sleep the anger within a man
A drug that any man who desires a quality woman will become addicted to
She is powerful.
A powerful force that is able to resurrect the good man buried in any man
A power to forgive lives within her, one that can cause every skeleton within a man’s closet to feel invisible and of no significance
A gift of servitude lies within her that will grab the hand of a man and guide him off the throne of his pride

She preferred having her eyes lost in the night sky wondering about the stars, the universe and the creator
Her “Turn ups” consisted of tuning to romantic movies as she carefully fed her romantic appetite and documentaries to feed her curiosity.
Her partying consisted of celebrating her savior within the walls of a church.
Her “fun” was carefully staring at beautiful art pieces as they stood with their backs against the walls of the museum.
She preferred the “goal digging” lifestyle. Burying herself into her work, planting seeds of hard work without growing complacent. She craved success, chasing dreams, and living for purpose.

They may never understand your scars.
How you’ve endure the worst of worst
How it felt to find out the monster every kid is scared of lives in your mirror
How someone out of your bloodline robbed you of your innocence, stealing your purity
How the imprint of that familiar face would easily be reminded when sex came to mind
How intimacy and sex became contradictory to you since its image has been tainted in your mind
How your parents separating split your heart into half; how love spilled out of one side and hate out of the other
Having mixed feelings about your parents and yourself
How your teen years consisted of others using sharp words to cut through your insecurities and create more scars from your childhood
How you gave yourself away in order to gain love yet you gain more hate for yourself
How the loved ones you want to accept you point out the ugliness things about you
How you walk through life so broken yet cover up the pieces with a smile.
People are often too busy in their own battle or too busy running away from their own struggle to care for yours
You owe no one an explanation. They won’t understand.

Distance never made it feel as if there was a gap between us. Love was an invisible string between us pulling our hearts closer and closer together, keeping our fire alive as we lived miles apart.

Home was within the walls of your heart.
Close we became, yet, we were so apart.
A plot twist, considering earth is filled with couples who are close in location yet, so far apart.

One day you won’t have to wear a bullet-proof vest to protect your heart on every date.
You won’t have to bite your tongue when they ask you what you’re looking for hoping they don’t mold themselves into who you say you want only to get what they want.
One day you won’t have to keep your guard up, praying that they court you.
You won’t have to give out your number with the thought that you might be just a number.
One day you won’t have to see it in sign language to believe it to be love.
You won’t have your heart resting within the middle of Jericho.
One day you won’t have to sell yourself short hoping that will keep the relationship together.
You won’t have to be loyal to checking on them to see if they are loyal to you.
You won’t have to feed yourself lies to satisfy your hunger for affection, consistency, quality time or faithfulness.
One day you will no longer fight to hold on to toxic relationships, treating the wrong people as oxygen poisoning yourself to death.
You won’t have a revolving door to your heart allowing thieves who come to rob you of all the good you have to offer walk in out of your life.
One day, you will quit wondering why it never worked with people before.
You will quit wondering what love feels like. You won’t have to dream about getting effort, loyalty and consistency from someone.
One day you will marry your best friend, love will be real to you, and you will be on your journey to forever.
Hang on. That day will come.

grew cold and numb to the idea of love.
Her mind and body couldn’t warm up to the soul’s appetite for the very thing she’s been served on a cold platter.
LOVE
She heard it so many times. Yet, the meaning of it seems to vanish faster than vapor.
The tears she shed were for the men who were no longer, but had promised forever.
The temperature of her heart would freeze the canal, which her tears ran through.
She grew cold with a frozen heart.
Every season was winter to her, and it was her way of preventing another fall.
Oh! How surprising it was to those who believed she was the sunshine.
When, in reality, they assumed it was just a cold front.
That is, until they began to experience the freeze themselves, and how empty of love she was.
She was miserable.
Yet, continued to grow colder, because what she had known to be love had wronged her.
The wrong men playing, “Mr. right now,” eventually put out the fire she once had for love.
It was the reason why she grew cold, although the fire she once had for love was heartwarming.
She is in pain learning to navigate her way out of the strongholds, the fear, and the disappointments.
There will come a day that the fire in her reignites.
When she finally lets go of her experiences, the love she will have to offer will be second to none.

No need to be a little skinnier or have a more perfect body. Those models are products. Photoshop is unachievable beauty marketed as natural beauty.
You don’t need to be a little shorter or taller, you just need to stand up for yourself and what you believe. Standing tall, you are short of nothing.
You don’t need better hair, you need to use your head and have a good head on your shoulder.
You don’t need to be more of a bad girl, you have to embrace being a good woman and understand what’s popular is usually corruption. Bad is fun, but good is quality and it lasts.
You don’t need to sleep with more men to gain more experience. You need to wake up and understand that practicing with different teams every time won’t make you perfect for one team. The team you need practice with is the team you’re guaranteed to be on forever. Get the ring first, then, get to practicing.
You don’t need your skin to be lighter, darker or anything else. You don’t need your nose to be different, your lips to be resized etc.
Embrace who you are. Learn to be comfortable with who God made you. Develop the mindset that the creator doesn’t make mistakes.

You don’t need to be prettier. You do, however, need to quit comparing what you see in your mirror to what you see on the television screen.
One is reality, one is a presentation.

She is a woman.
She is an interesting species, a beautiful soul, a marvelous creation and significant individual.
She is not an object.
She was not created solely for the purpose of satisfying men’s sexual appetites, but designed for a purpose.
In her is a life changer and a world changer.
Only a fool can conclude that she isn’t a queen.
Without her, this world is empty of love, life cannot be created, affection isn’t needed, patience and caring would be rare, men would have no one to impress and their reward for being great wouldn’t be much.
Never will she be subjected to boys in men’s body nor be meaningful to childish males.
However she is still a woman, full of amazing traits, impactful strengths and weaknesses.