“...may our daughters be like graceful pillars, carved to beautify a palace.”
-Psalm 144:12

i Confess/Dear Girl

I confess I've let my flesh win.
I've let hurt act out,
Battled with my sin
The devil plays on the carless, but with the same dirty tricks.
I can build a fence,
Build a wall,
Bury it beneath the hollow tips of what crawls,
But it will surface.
And the past haunts.
I confess, I liked the chase.
The cat and mouse game.
Flesh talking,
Ego driven, prideful walking.
I check myself.
Dear Girl,
Redirect yourself.
If this is a form of test to myself.
I've failed.
Don't believe the hype.
I tell myself.
I built my house on sand.
The soil was no good.
Still I stood.
I confess I haven't been intentional.
Pressed down. Like my salvation was optional.
I mean well in my walk.
Dear Girl,
Be logical.
Who am I kidding.
Tryna be deep.
Real psychological.
Let's talk truth.
Real honest though. 
I questioned my insecurities,
Left my heart with no security,
Painting this picture of purity.
I confess the process is sometimes insanity.
The world feeds you lies, get you away to gain your sanity.
Walking with God, don't mean I don't face my reality.
Dear Girl, 
Check yourself
God knows, but don't excuse your immorality.

"and what do you benefit if you gain the world but lose your own soul."-Mark 8:36

Watered down christianity.
Dont' compromise your christianity.
I confess I don't trust the male species.
I've come across men with charism and fancy words.
I've written them away in diaries.
I confess I hate them sometimes,
But I count my blessings,
Say my prayers.
I write to my future,
Praying for my future.
If he ever makes a feature
I pray I know the difference, because I know my past can cloud my future.
I confess I've lived off my emotions.
Bipolar life, unfocused.
I confess, I don't trust easy.
Haven't you noticed?
I say "I forgive them all."
That overused statement.
Perfected placement in each sentence.
Making my heart dent.
God was only allowed in different areas that wasn't for rent.
I've lost friends full of their own ferment.
I've embraced God's calling.
Praying I don't get high on my own scent.
I confess, lately the devil's been playing with my intellect.
Preying on my gift to connect.
Infatuated with what use to be,
So I love the reminisce,
But when they ask me questions, I love to play forget.
I confess, I guess, I don't want to be held accountable.
For what they feel, what they know, the truth being told.
I confess, I don't care sometimes what truth is being sold.
Dear Girl,
Grow up.
Check yourself.
The table you set, for the people you know,
Can be the same one God wants you to let go.
I sit behind the scene, enough to let my passions unfold.
I confess, some nights are cold.
I confess, this is a lonely road.
I confess, I don't like to be alone.
Dear Girl, 
Tread slow, the life you lead will cost you your soul.
Dear Girl,
You have spent enough time in your shallow pity of sin.
Dear Girl,
Remember God's grace and what He did.
Dear Girl,
Live intentionally, unrelenting, and unashamed to be,
Whatever God has called for you to be.
The process is beautiful, you'll see.........

"Therefore, since Christ suffered in His body, arm yourselves also with the same attitude, because whoever suffer in the body is done with sin. As a result, they do not live the rest of their earthly lives for evil human desires, but rather for the will of God. For you have spent enough time in the past doing what pagans choose to do~living in debauchery, lust, drunkenness, orgies, carousing, and detestable idolarty." -1 Peter: 1-3



Lo'u Fa'amaualuga.

For my Mother$...