What would a perfect day look like to me?
What a great question
I guess it would be to break entirely free,
From this cursed nightmare called ‘people pleasing’.
It would be me waking up and not despising the outcome of each day
Man, that would be euphoric
I can see it now, painted like this
A cool, refreshing breeze flowing through my long brown hair
Whispering inspirational ideas in my ear
I would actually be me, who I was meant to be.
And not being scared to be free
My life to be more than just me
I want to be a part of something bigger,
Like setting others free
Breaking them free from their burdens,
Their shame, Their guilt… Regret.
Helping them overcome trials against them
But in order to do that, I have to break free myself
So I wouldn’t be fooling anyone with my frauded hypocrisy
My perfect day would consist of these things,
Not blinded by favoritism, helping those in need
Breaking shackles off of peoples burdened feet
Setting all of Lifes’ captives free
It starts with me
I will fight to win this perfect day
For it catapults me to be the woman I strive to be
I want to feel victories wind breeze past me
As I run in this journey of self love
The day of perfection, I will be
Bold, I won’t cower to the bullies in life that antagonize me
Courageous, I won’t hesitate to do what’s right
Brave, I will do what is needed for my peace
Loving, I won’t let bitterness ruin my integrity
Happy, I won’t let others steal my joy
Kind, I will not stop treating everyone with respect
Discreet, I will only open up to those I trust
Discerning, I will know who to trust
I will be strong.
So that I won’t let others steam roll over me
Truly let their remarks, roll of my back
I will be completely unbothered by the negative words
Only spewed to hurt me, or to control me
I am not their puppet, not even my own
I will be the woman who is dignified and walks in grace,
But I will be bold and stand my ground unafraid.
I will make choices that benefit me, and those who love me
I will no longer make sacrifices to those who only hate me
Man, what a day
I will wake up, day in and day out
Putting on my game face, and my war paint
Wielding my shield that was meant to protect
Fearlessly charging with unwavering Faith
But, something seems off, what is it?
I can feel it in my bones.
I look down at my hip, and had a realization
I have a sheath, what is that I see?
I dusted off my sword, which waited for me patiently
I finally use it to combat the things trying to hurt me
Which each swipe, I break my own shackles free
So that I can be the me that I was meant to be
To me, that would be the perfect day,
The first day of the rest of my life.
That pining for freedom turning into my reality
That would catapult me into my destiny
Each step with liberty
Pure joy
Loving myself
So I can truly love others
Man, what a day
What a perfect day.

What am I grateful for?
Theres a lot you see
I’m not the same girl in the mirror that I see
I’m grateful that my past doesn’t define me
Rather, I’m grateful that it has certainly shaped me
I’m so grateful that I’m not as gullible as I used to be
I can read people now, like I can with a book
So that I can finally be free
Free from the toxicity that used to capture me
I am grateful for those around me now
I am surrounded by love thats so loud that it resounds
I no longer worry of what they think of me
I am no longer bound by people pleasing
One of the things I am grateful for,
Is the realization that my life is mine to live and to adore
I can finally be myself without a care in the world
Having that freedom is literally a dream come true
I feel like Boo in the factory of doors,
All of these opportunities that are flying around me
Like they have wings that are so majestic when they soar
I never experienced anything like this
This makes me to free
My mind is finally clear
I can focus on bettering me
I am grateful that I still have my drive
No longer procrastinating tasks because of fear
Fear of failure giving people opprotunity abandon me
I have no fear now because I have real ones beside me.
I am really grateful for my job,
Although its not where I want to be
I work hard and earn the money that I need to be free
I can buy simple luxuries that make me feel like a queen
I am grateful for the little things like being able to eat and a warm bed.
But as you can see, I wanted to go a little deep
I will leave you with this
My sincerest words
My Words Of Gratuity

I know I haven’t been the kindest to you,
But it’s hard to be nice when everyone leaves, it’s true.
The ones who stick around often use and abuse,
And there’s no one around to believe your own cues.

I’ve heard you cry alone, serenading your pain,
In the solitude of night, tears falling like rain.
I know your kind heart’s been played and tossed away,
Scared to get close, fearing they won’t stay.

You’ve longed for friends, been afraid to be alone,
Reaching out to figures, only to hear “Give it to God” thrown.
You have dreams, beautiful and grand,
But thought they were out of reach, hard to understand.

Questions echo in your mind as you lay in your bed,
You try to fit in, be ‘normal,’ but that’s not where you’re led.
You know you’re not meant to fit in a box or conform,
You understand this truth better than I do, I’m informed.

I know your pain because I am you, you see,
How did you reach the point where dreams become reality?
How did you conquer trauma and give it to God’s care?
Do you still fake smiles, or is happiness your daily fare?

I have countless questions on how we turned out to be,
In the entertainment industry, living our dream so free.
How did you make connections and break the stuck slump?
Did you hit rock bottom again, to rise and jump?

How did you become that beautiful, confident queen,
Running the world, living life with a sheen?
I’ll follow your path, working on my own trauma’s release,
Striving for success, following your footsteps with peace.

What’s it like to be in a movie, to fulfill that dream?
To captivate the audience, make your scenes gleam.
You walk onto the set, nerves brushed aside,
Lines memorized, emerging in character with pride.

I can picture you watching the screen with delight,
Seeing yourself in character, a stunning sight.
Feeling alive, the rush I remember from the stage,
On the theater’s boards, where we found solace in our age.

How does it feel to write a song, as we’ve always wished?
Are the lyrics healing, just as we envisioned and commenced?
Creating melodies and raw, emotional lyrics with grace,
Helping those who listen find solace in the chase.

In the studio with a notebook, melodies flowing free,
Crafting lyrics that heal and set hearts wild and free.
When the song’s released, it touches those in need,
Healing their hurt, fulfilling our musical creed.

How does it feel to write a script, a story to tell?
Are the cues, set design, costumes, all working well?
The characters, casting, do they fit the role just right?
Are they committed, taking their roles to new heights?

You’ve written a script, brainstorming with your crew,
Perfectly, it flows, all thanks to the creative few.
Casting and crew, a harmonious, well-oiled machine,
Creating magic on screen, a masterpiece, it’s seen.

How does it feel to direct a movie, to see it all through?
Are cast and crew taking you seriously, as they should do?
Does everything come together, better than you imagined?
Seeing your vision on the screen, so skillfully aligned.

And your first book, how does it feel to have it published?
Is it as we dreamed, the dream we’ve always cherished?
Do our books help people, leaving a lasting mark?
How do we come up with plots, making them spark?

The final draft finished, nervous and anxious in your seat,
Hoping it succeeds and sells, making your dream complete.
Impacting lives, touching hearts as we’ve always yearned,
With each word, each page, a story beautifully learned.

Helping small businesses take off, are we mastering that?
Getting more confident, less tongue-tied as you chat?
Are we helping them thrive with the resources in our hand?
Is the studio a success, as grand as we had planned?

You save small businesses, bringing in the big bucks,
Gratitude in their faces, their relief, it struck.
Moving on to bigger and better things, oh so bright,
Becoming a better businesswoman, reaching new heights.

How’s our ministry going, and the blogs we create?
Are they bringing people closer to God, their faith to elevate?
Are they healing from traumas, learning to love themselves?
Equipping them with tools, and wisdom that compels.

Blogs filled with love, merchandise to match the theme,
Devotional booklets on life issues, like a sunbeam.
Exposing trauma, turning lives around for the best,
Blessing people’s lives, helping them find rest.

Lastly, how’s our mental health, the battle we’ve faced?
Do low self-esteem, anxiety, and depression still interlaced?
Is self-hate and suicidal thoughts still in the fight?
Or have we conquered them, emerging into the light?

Is fear of rejection, abandonment, and loneliness still near?
Or have we conquered those too, dispelling the fear?
Are we the fearless queen we fantasize in our mind?
Taking each step with confidence, leaving the past behind?

Are we actually happy, surrounded by solid friends,
No longer used and tossed aside in the end?
Do we still enjoy the things we love right now,
And have we finally sought therapy, learning how?

I can picture it like this, a future that’s so bright,
Moving out, finding a side job to pay bills, a temporary light.
The studio flourishing, marketing, graphic design in the flow,
Climbing the ladder of success, your career’s grand show.

Landing roles in shows, gaining popularity with grace,
Writing scripts, directing, creating in your creative space.
A future so promising, fulfilling dreams with glee,
I’m excited for you, for me, for what’s to be.

Man, what dream
No, that’s my destined reality
That is the ideal me.