External validation --
a gift and a curse,
a medicine to be taken responsibly.
To feel seen is powerful.
But when those same eyes look away --
are you returning home?
Or are you chasing the relfection?
Are you entering dark rooms just to catch another glimpse?
Are you forgetting that the image you saw was you all along?
Sometimes when we're low,
Kind words from a friend or stranger can help bring us back to our roots,
Our Power.
But when we uproot ourselves to fit into a garden
That was never ours --
Our leaves wither,
Our fruit rots.
We beg for the sun to reach our shadows,
Beg for the rain to help us ground.
Stay in your garden.
Share your fruit when it's plentiful.
Appreciate a kind visitor admiring your harvest.
But know --
Your beauty lives within you in your garden.
Nowhere else.
I brought you to my table.
I pulled out your chair.
I served you from golden platters.
I nourished you with delicacies.
I waited on you with patience and grace.
I poured love until it flowed over.
Before you got up I asked, Are you full?
I will not make a meal from breadcrumbs and claim to be full.
I will not restrict my apetite for love.
I will not ration my desire for truth.
I will not be a guest at your table without honor.
May my hunger pangs echo in your dreams.
May the fork scrape the plate when you dine on my scripture.
May you look for my communion in every table.
And may you starve before you ever taste me again.
I will not accept breadcrumbs as an offering.
I will not take "maybe" as devotion.
My altar is sacred.
My blessings are plenty.
You will kneel at my grace.
You will pray to my vision.
You will sign my hymns in truth.
You will crucify your pride.
You will confess your soul.
You will sacrifice your ego --
Or you will not find redemption.
If you want fantasy, start by imagining you’re worthy.
If you want roleplay, try acting like a man who can hold me.
I don’t need you to worship me.
But I dare you to recognize God when she’s looking back at you. ← Back to Home