Mushy!!!

Whoa to all men! Yes it’s I… woman…accepting all my femininity.
Walking boldly in my red stilettos aware of my equality to your masculinity
 and understanding your being stronger doesn’t make me feeble
 it simply allows me to be… tangible. 

Pliable, you see!
Allowing myself to melt to your sturdy touch…and my King…
When the world had attempted to devour you with its rigid tasks…
It is I… woman that ignites even between my thighs
Where you are greeted with tender warmth and is given a sense of stability…
My gentleness steers you to maintain your bearings. 
 
My strength is seen by others retrospectively
As an enchanted forest you’ve found your self in and attempting to fight the trance that Has captivated you…
Conversely, my dear…its nothing of the sorts…
It’s a lover wrapping herself in the arms of her love never to let go.
In other words, it’s deliberately permitting you to consume me with you while I simultaneously be me…
Your queen. 

My feminine self gives you my breast to rest for a moment
And there you find refuge…
In all my femininity…
You find the strength that makes you stronger to conquer the world….
My love…
Remember…
It is I…Woman… holding you strong!!!

Gray was my color.

Gray had become my color.  Muted...in fact!
I was lost and off track…goin nowhere, was my destination.

Life was colorless because all that was before me was grief and pain…I couldn’t see past the color gray.

Sometimes I use to wish for a simple black or white but I was stained by gray…It had become the color of my world.

Though, I wanted to scream where is my color!!!! Where is the brilliance of the world! Where is my rainbow proving I was remembered by God? I didn’t see it! Only gray…a place that was just… Blah!

Aimlessly, I sought for any thing that would reveal my identity…seeking to find peace, which for me would look more… like the color peach…or pink…but instead I was cursed with the color gray. My God…I craved it would go away.

 And even the times when I should’ve seen red cause I was angry…I forced myself to see gray instead! Afraid that if red had intruded on my gray…I… I would look bad someway. I dread to admit that red should’ve been what I was wearin, but numb is really what I became. To perform a role that wasn’t my own…I was just plain…ole…gray!

Performance orientated…looking to please all those around I couldn’t see color for seeing what others thought of me.  Nothing really screamed at me forcing me to see…the beauty which I had not seen…indeed it was like misery was stalking me and I was likin its security.

The constant place of going nowhere fast and even hoping when I go… it would be to death.

I can’t tell you the moment gray had stop becoming my friend. When colors started protruding in…when muted became subtle pastels...when light started growing bright and gray stated becoming a distant memory.

Even on sad days I welcomed Blue and I sang the Blues like Billie Holiday sung “Strange Fruit”…and when sadness was over joy came through and those colors I cant even explain to you!  It’s like bright…screaming BOO!

Now neon is shining immensely and I’m grinning from cheek to cheek! Cause fulfilling my destiny is drawing closer and colors are showing everywhere. Gray had become like a washed out fad and I’m nearly free from its lifeless dismay.

Maybe gray left when purpose became my reality…when I stopped caring what others think…maybe? Or maybe it was just me? Trying to find some sense of stability, or maybe it was the greatness within lurkin to live… But I think it was a simple choice to forgive!!!!!!