A strong woman works out every day
to keep her body in shape
but a woman of strength looks deep inside
to keep her soul in shape
A strong woman isn't afraid
of anything
but a woman of strength shows courage
in the midst of her fear
A strong woman won't let anyone
get the best of her
but a woman of strength gives the best
of her to everyone
A strong woman makes mistakes
and avoids the same in the future
but a woman of strength realizes life's mistakes
can also be blessings and capitalizes on them
A strong woman walks
sure footedly
but a woman of strength knows
when to ask for help
A strong woman wears the look
of confidence on her face
but a woman of strength
wears grace
A strong woman has faith
that she is strong enough for the journey
but a woman of strength has faith
that it is in the journey that she will become strong
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
We Need a Deliverance
No matter what point this movie is at when I flip the channel, I will watch it all the way through. Hope this lets you in on a little secreat about me
Spawn of Frankenstein
She looks in the mirror and thinks to herself...
I always wondered why God would give one human being the power to render another completely useless. And I'm not talking about the "I'm in love, (or better yet like or lust) with you so I tweak my schedule just to see you for like 2 seconds". Although those are fun. I'm talking about the "can't get out of bed, ben and jerry becomes your best friend (or in the case of my friends jack and coke)".
You ever stop and wonder what happens to that person you hurt, whether intentionally or not. Most bounce right back and are able to forgive and forget. Now forgiving and forgetting is a task in and of itself, but that's a topic for another time. Others become functioning parapalegics. Meaning their head and their heart no longer see eye to eye. And then in comes the coping mechanisms. Men (again going off of my experiences) retreat into a bottle (hence the jack and coke reference) and drown their sorrows by going out with the guys. Be it to play basketball or video games, the point is to engage in mindless activity to numb the pain.
Now my lovely female counterparts, now we engage in complete masochistic behavior. We reread text messages, letters, flip through facebook albums at least 3 times a day and we have pow wows, COUNTLESS pow-wows with our girls trying to pinpoint the moment everything went wrong. And when that is all done, we act the f.ck out.
We put on our tightest, most revealing (and hopefully flattering) outfit take a couple of shots and create a new choreography to "Dance my pain away" before we hit the club. We dance with every guy that passes our 3 point inspection (again a topic for another time) and go home with vague memories of the night with the full intention of repeating until we achieve that long sought after numb feeling.
But what happens when that feeling doesn't come? Well, we (men and women) become "heartless" and vow that all women are hoes, or all men are dogs and what's the point? We willingly become shells of our former selves, monsters in a way all because God saw fit to allow one human to effect another in such a way. So we go out and do the same to another, and the cycle never ends.
She finishes getting dressed and raises her glass to her reflection
I hope you are proud of the monster you have created, my first kill goes out to you.
I always wondered why God would give one human being the power to render another completely useless. And I'm not talking about the "I'm in love, (or better yet like or lust) with you so I tweak my schedule just to see you for like 2 seconds". Although those are fun. I'm talking about the "can't get out of bed, ben and jerry becomes your best friend (or in the case of my friends jack and coke)".
You ever stop and wonder what happens to that person you hurt, whether intentionally or not. Most bounce right back and are able to forgive and forget. Now forgiving and forgetting is a task in and of itself, but that's a topic for another time. Others become functioning parapalegics. Meaning their head and their heart no longer see eye to eye. And then in comes the coping mechanisms. Men (again going off of my experiences) retreat into a bottle (hence the jack and coke reference) and drown their sorrows by going out with the guys. Be it to play basketball or video games, the point is to engage in mindless activity to numb the pain.
Now my lovely female counterparts, now we engage in complete masochistic behavior. We reread text messages, letters, flip through facebook albums at least 3 times a day and we have pow wows, COUNTLESS pow-wows with our girls trying to pinpoint the moment everything went wrong. And when that is all done, we act the f.ck out.
We put on our tightest, most revealing (and hopefully flattering) outfit take a couple of shots and create a new choreography to "Dance my pain away" before we hit the club. We dance with every guy that passes our 3 point inspection (again a topic for another time) and go home with vague memories of the night with the full intention of repeating until we achieve that long sought after numb feeling.
But what happens when that feeling doesn't come? Well, we (men and women) become "heartless" and vow that all women are hoes, or all men are dogs and what's the point? We willingly become shells of our former selves, monsters in a way all because God saw fit to allow one human to effect another in such a way. So we go out and do the same to another, and the cycle never ends.
She finishes getting dressed and raises her glass to her reflection
I hope you are proud of the monster you have created, my first kill goes out to you.
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