Library

I must say words are the most powerful thing you can speak over anyone.

Our bodies are majority water, what we speak truly ripples through our soul.

The ripples that send shock waves to the brain convincing our soul that what we speak is the truth.

There are many men that can say they had me but never really had me.

A lot do not even know me, because I did not even know myself.

The person they thought I was, was only a fragment of who I was to become.

Men just had seasons in my life, being lessons that I needed to learn.

Even if that season only lasted a short number of years.

A time that came and went without warning just like any other.

Some men can see me from afar and admire the beauty I carry, but never take the time to realize I am library inside.

Books that have chapters, levels of understanding from pre-k to adulthood.

I have sections from romance novels to redfish… blue fish… one fish… two fish.

Given assess to my library it takes great masked qualities.

You could never show who you really are, only who you want me to see.

I have spent more than half of my life in search of greatness only to find these men roaming the landscape to my library.

Lost in the beauty of the structure.

They stand next to it, take pictures to show what they have to others.

They will even have mail sent to my library trying to take up residents in a building they do not own.

Others will get a peek inside of my library but are too afraid to check out a book.

Finding themselves too weak, words way too deep for their mental state.

The rest of them are way too insecure to even step foot into my library, concerned that,

red fish

blue fish

one fish

two fish

is not something they can read alone.

I know what you are thinking

Is this?

Did she?

Yes!

I did!

I have come to this deep conclusion.

After research of the history of the land, my library is on.

I have learned that my library is not in need of ownership.

The dept was paid the day I surrendered to the highest.

I want you to know one truth to our journey.

What we had wasn’t love

If it was love, it would have lasted a lifetime.

I will stand in the same position I was before you arrived just know my temperature has stayed the same inside.

Cool, calm, and about 74 degrees.

AS you stay lost in the pursuit of your own destruction.

Remember to

Duck,

stay low

because shots were just fired.

For the record

just know that this is my truth, my words, my library I own