The next time we meet,
I am proud and this time I cry sincerely, but you can only watch in awe the thing you had a part in creating but will never be a part of. I had very few words for you but you didn't mind, for we were always present in feelings that constantly seemed to trespass and each time made us equally happy to be here now but also want to live in how we once knew, to be naive, to be the first time we set our minds on each other, the first time we create the sounds that bind our souls, to be half way between innocence and lost, to not know but also never be afraid of ourselves. The next time we meet, I am unable to tell you the thing I really came here for. But in the moments before we depart, for a time I am uncertain of, I tell you the very same thing I told you the last time, I'll never know people as great as you. Temi F
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You've spent your life
Living in a silent movie Seen but not heard Choking up on the insecurities They feed you I guess the cat really has got your tongue Woman what has become of you? (Picture Source: Mark Modimola Art) Stephanie I They said you couldn't be a star
That your melanin was too dim a shade to ever glow Beauty, they said is equated to how bright you can shine And you just want to shine bright Didn't fit into the symmetric fit of beauty they sized you So you downgraded your size, just to please them Looked for alternative means of validation But acceptance doesn't come from men, my child Such fire can only lead you into ashes So when they try to put your fire out With the dirty water that spews out their mouth uncontrollably Remind them of faith Tell them your skin-tone is a paradox of the things known but yet to be seen A beauty that can't be explained Because you were never meant to be explained Tell them your skin resembles the night sky A remembrance of God's very first creation Dark Skin, you are BEAUTY Steph I They say fake it till you make it
But I've been faking these smiles for too long Where is my happy ever after? Been stretching these gums too wide Hoping to part a way to you Let my heart be the Red Sea Don't let me die in Egypt Stephanie I Ehyeh asher Ehyeh (Am that I Am)
This New Year is about You. I proclaim it to this world, That this year will be dedicated to You. I will thrust past all confinements That may attempt to extinguish my vigour. Because you are boundless, Infinite in Your nature. There are so many depths to You I shall continuously pursue every locality of it. Whether I see Your Face or not. For Your Logos says “Blessed are those that do not see, yet still believe.” John 20:29 ..
Bitterness slowly creeping in Weeds slowly choking my harvest My nature slowly turning wicked Cant seem to find the light Just want the light .. A never ending cycle I play the victim Yet you always convince me I'm a culprit .. Trapped in a Maze All doors leading to unforgiveness Looking for a way out Lord I'm crying out This is my last count .. Stop looking for the light at the end of the tunnel And start recognizing the light in you I'm the way the truth and the life The key thing has always been for you to believe Freedom is right where your standing .. Steph. I Abba, I want to draw nearer to you,
Into Your Arms. Into a place of intimacy with Your Ruach Ha-kodesh. Ayudame con las cosas de vida, Deja nada a ven entre nosotros. Estoy aqui, listo para Ti. "God sees potential in everything, even in dust.
Literally. He saw the dust of the ground and He saw the potential to make man. Change your perspective, learn how to see life, beauty and potential in things and situations which are seemingly lifeless, hopeless and void." I always need you when I'm gone.
They're feeding my ego but I need you to fill my soul. I've been everyone's but yours and this is autumn, so I can't keep confusing satisfaction with fulfilment. My Father's house has many mansions, but why does it feel like I am sharing one bedroom with two other women who are claiming to be me We are singing in three part harmony a song that I am unfamiliar with And for the forth time in five days I demand that you leave my house 6am, Early will I seek you on the 7th day as I march around Jericho for the final time. I need my rest, It's been a war on my soul. Temi F Songs of deception.
Do you not perceive it? It springs up from inside your belly but it doesn't catch you by surprise Son of Maachah what's left of these high things will pull you down, the Queen of heaven has made intercession on your behalf. She's put the wilderness in your river of living waters. She makes old things multiply. She wraps herself like a new scarf around your neck, an uncomfortable lover and pulls only a little when you try to speak out of truth. Such cruel games. And when the Father gave you 2 choices; Life or death They shall know you by your fruits, with your knowledge of good and evil you desperately wanted to say 'Yes' but death spoke up and just as you thought the Devil has you by the throat. Your thoughts are clanging cymbals they awaken the difference between what you felt and what you said Your breath is heavy this is a war zone. You, the Father and unholy spirits An army of 6 dead men they move in ranks in the order of perdition all had their way through your pharynx just to camp at your oesophagus. No wonder you can't keep the meat down when the milk hasn't settled Regurgitate the unforgiveness They are buried deep in your voice box they yell in tongues you can't interpret. And your prayers are filtered through your pain so that you can only think it in your heart and on good days you whisper them. Temi F |
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