To my enemy,
You have a heart like mine,
Easy to break and hard to set right-
You look at me through tainted eyes because you don’t
Your own insecurities.
You put on me all your fear of who
You cannot be, and that, my dear,
Is not living.
the product of one forged in fire,
Melted with silver, age difference
Makes no difference to an old soul-
Some never learn, some are reborn,
Some flicker in and out in hard times,
And others burn the brightest when tried;
You hate me because you don’t know who you are-
You’re threatened because you’re completely ignorant
That the stars even, do not outshine you-for they may sing for all eternity,
But the Creator only wishes to hear you.
Our worth as believers is not defined by what we do, yes?
So what makes you think you can lose it by something you do, don’t do or try to be but can’t?
God will never help you be anyone else but you.
He gives so much more than beauty for our ashes-He gives new life,
New hearts, New minds-new eyes-
Roses represent love but they have thorns, do they not?
This will break you, yes.
So stop praying to stop the breaking
And start praying to be broken and rebuilt into
Something stronger than you’ve ever been.
Don’t pray against the breaking and embrace the making of
A new you.
You look at me and wonder how I can love like I’ve never been hurt
And it’s because I didn’t look at others for a standard to measure by.
You get jealous of my strength but if you went through what I went through to get it
You wouldn’t of made it to the other side alive.
To those who are whores because they were pimped-
To the men who get street cred for how many
Whores they get in their bed-
To society who demonize women for a one night stand
And glorify men for a life free of consequence:
If you’re a whore like me, you slept with a pimp
Who left you when you got pregnant and
Abandoned you to raise it
Yes that’s a man-something to aspire to be-
Chase your dick until one day you wake up
In bed alone and wonder “what if”
About the son you’ve never known.
If a whore is what I’ve been-
Than I am PROUD to be one- to be
Considered one of these.
A strong woman, undefined by the inconsistency of
Such a contradictory world-
A man is a man for bedding herds of women
And a woman is a slut for doing it even once-
Judged for raising a child on her own-labeled modern feminist
Who chased the father away because she thought she was too
Good for him-
Or labeled weak and needy-incapable of taking care of herself
For begging him to stay…wanting to make her little family work.
Mary Robinson had it right-
“Man first degrades, and then deserts her”.
Hold your scarlet letter high and proud.
Tell the world how the minister helped you fall
Into your abysmal state of harlotry,
A woman after Eve, responsible for mankind’s fall.
Yet Eve was led by Adam who was not strong enough to lead-
Everyone misses the point, everyone that were two before, are meant to
But in modern day society the woman is the weaker one.
Remember Ahab, the woman who God sees, a cast off, a
Mistress and God pursed her when she tried to flee.
Remember the woman at the well- rejected and abandoned by 5
Living with a man she refused to marry
Because she could could take no more-
God went to her because He wanted her for forever.
Cast me off-cast us all- but you’ll have to burn the Bible too
Because God thought enough of us and our hearts to put our
Stories in His book.
We are royal heirs, entitled to everything that is the Lord’s.
I am amazing for the love I have for my son
And for God’s blessing, allowing him to be born.
So, if you’re a whore like me, then you know
What honor there is in the quiet prayer closet,
When men say “Worthless” and you,
Beating your chest and barring your teeth,
“I am more!”
Robinson, Mary, “….from A Letter to the Women of England” The Broadview
Anthology of British Literature. Ed. Joseph Black., et al. 2nd Ed. Ontario: Broadview
Press, 2010. pp. 760-768. Print.
Woman at the well, John Chapter 4.
Ahab, Genesis Chapter 16.