Bradley Hathaway inspired me with his “to-the-point” poet style, Here ya go::
As I sit and think about the girls walking around with massive wounds and scars over their hearts, it makes me think of where my heart would be if it wasn’t kept in the careful hands of my Lord and Savior.
Maybe crushed and scattered, and leaving pools of blood as I dragged it along. I do cry,
for those that have been bled dry.
But you must understand, I will never have to, never will fight to keep my heart attached to my body.
I’ll be carefully wrapped, undetectable on any typical male radar.
I’m sorry I am not the kind that is seen with “American Eagle” tightly hugging every delicate curve that was meant to be sacredly guarded. You see, I am not some billboard to attract attention
I’m not some pretty pet on display for the world to pick at and play with
I’m perfectly made, made perfectly to give praise to my God
I refuse, oh I refuse to fling myself, then I’d cease to know myself as I sit thrown away in the dumpster out back.
I’ll never be the first to act. Trying to get in line with the guys doing something that wasn’t meant to be mine, that won’t be me. Can’t you tell, I’m like the one waiting in the tower for my prince, not the other way around.
Cherished, every bit from my freckles to my eyebrows. Worth far more than gems, and I won’t spend my life trying to mend hurts from giving my heart to someone else.
I will press, not regress to push my destiny as a Proverbs 31 women of God.
Feminine is not flaunting, but keeping; not restless, but seeking; not an understatement, but an exclamation of God’s beautiful composition. I am beautiful, the crown of his creation. Remember that. In spite,
I simply want to be a light
illuminated and shining bright as the stars, my Savior will be distinctly clear cut from my covering up
But I do have a love, an intimacy
with one who adores everything about me, and I Him. I gave my heart to Him, wrapped perfectly in a bow but exposed to see the depths of my soul…only he can take that peek.
I will not pretend, or make amends that I know there will be someone to come along who pursues to attain even a glimpse in my heart. One who’ll see my dreams, passions and all the things that have been dutifully kept and cared for inside.
Maybe someday those things will be seen;
but, you’re gonna have to deserve me.