“Pledge yourself to let go of the versions of yourself that no longer serve the purpose of being grateful or humane.”

December will spark the wisdom and knowledge in her breaths so she becomes a new woman in her real form.

Her chilled bones are stolen, to be as guidance and illumination for twisted paths of truth.

Your ego has ruined my honor and happiness.

I crumble into a ball, with the chest pain exploding my soul, the memories and madness is killing me, will you help me?

My ears have started cringing with the amount of whining he does, it leads to my depression.

With tears in my eyes, I wished I had not let them misuse generosity.

My breaths give out the stench of dark black pain, that rooted from the poison you gifted me with love.

My soul transforms itself into a mode of good or bad in direct relation with the way you treat and value me.

To them, I have never mattered. They have always given priority to the money they earned, claiming it was to secure me.

I seek out the good but keep my senses on alert but then there are moments when all I want to do is drown in the sea.

I want to scream and cry until my lungs dry out the air that I breathe, maybe my death would be beneficial to them.

Darkness attracts me, it’s the only time, I can cry in peace.

As I pen these words, tears flow from my pained heart onto my trembling lips, and the soul seeks release from daily abuse.

She schools her heart and soul to let go of the pain that she feels or has ever felt or else it will never let her heal and grow.

I am a saviour, I let you see what is to be shown, I don’t let people walk all over me now.

I loved him greatly, only to be hurt and destroyed by the unstable feelings breathing within him.

I personally pledge myself to openly counsel, aid, and abet youth, both black and white, to quarantine any Jim Crow conscription system.

The Freedom of Information Act doesn’t apply to Silicon Valley. And you can’t impeach Google if it breaks its ‘Don’t be evil’ campaign pledge.

I bring clarity within my soul, by respecting my energy and understand what needs my focus.

I will not let my grief or anxiety, rob me of compassion or kindness.

The universality of a custom is pledge of its worth.

Here is my wish and my desire and my pledge as well: that we remember our true nature and our womanhood. That we own and know that we are more than our bodies and yet our bodies are these sacred, beautiful, rhythmic houses for us.

Don’t fear to pledge. By winds the perjuries of love Are blown, null and void, across the land and farthest seas.

A high degree of intellectual refinement in the female is the surest pledge society can have for the improvement of the male.