Here I am, pinned onto your cross of hate.

Each day I feel there’s no more room for you to pound another nail into my body, you find a way. 

Each time you nail me to your cross, hoping to find my soul, you’ve missed.

You won’t break me. 

I will not bow down to your level of petty and spite. 

Maybe you can tell us what it's like to have such a clean closet filled with the cleanest of laundry, of course. 

I am human. I have made my fair share of mistakes. 

But, of whom are you to judge me? 

Is it you who lives without sin? 

Each time you throw your shade, I will continue to dance in my own light; the light God gives me everyday.

Each time you jab at me and try to break me, I will still pray for you.

Have you prayed for me, or just for yourself? 

I pray you find peace in your heart to remove the hurt that causes you to bring others down. 

I am sorry for not being the woman that fits your standards. 

I am not lost, nor am I found.

But I am still learning.

I am still growing. 

In order to bloom, there must be some rain.

If you will not be the light of the sun the encourages me to bloom in my process of growing, then please, just let me be. 

Just let me be.

Just let me be.

Just. Let. Me. Be. 

///MZ JZ CZ