Every time I look at her she be looking back at me.
Looking back at me wondering when I’ll love her.
When I’ll love her the way she deserves.
Every time I look at her
She be looking back at me
brows lifted, lips perched, eyes unwaverd.
Like she knows more than I know.
Like she knows better than I do.
She be looking at me like that banks be looking at our overdrawn accounts
my bank account ain’t ever overdrawn….
but my spirit often is.
I give myself away.
Not to God, but to those who only know how to take,
To those that don’t appreciate
the core of me.
My spirit cup is emptied and she stares back at me like,
“You gone stop with the fuck shit or nah?
You gone love me or nah?
You gone walk the talk or nah?
Cuz I know we bad as fuck.
I know we Queens’ over here.
I know we got goals to cop
and books to drop
but you act otherwise.
You act like that glass of wine is therapy,
those googly eyes mean “marry me”.
Would you please enforce our boundaries?
I’m begging you, take care of me!”
Every time I look at her
She be looking back me,
Telling me she loves me
and it’s time I start acting as if I love her too.
It’s time I woman up
and start treating her right.
I mean if I don’t, who will?
With All the Love I Am
Tori F. Baby
~ Parts of me wonder if I share too much too often. If I’m constantly opening myself up to ridicule, judgment, and potential hurt. I don’t share in the hopes of receiving praise and if I receive a negative response it doesn’t reshape my healing or alter my opinion of myself. I share because I know that there are some women out there that need to have that talk with the woman in their mirror. We all have our struggles and our various coping mechanisms. I’m not afraid to say, not all of mine are healthy, but I am forever on the journey of bettering myself, for myself. And I’m okay with sharing the bumps in the road along the way, cuz hey, I’m human. #loveyou
#livehappii