“She is always enveloped in infinite mercy of her Lord.”

She understood what it meant to have a breathing space, she gave her loved ones enough to bloom in the light of sparkling silence.

She wrote for herself, the power of her emotions became pearls of words and ink.

She is the rarest sun gem birthed from the deepest core of Earth sanity.

Her core is filled with gratitude and blooming energy.

She is evergreen with the blend of citrus madness in her being and veins.

December is her month to let go and break open with freedom to be her own hero.

She trusted her inner strength with the colors of gratitude and patience.

She was the scented wilting rose petal that decorated the pages of breaths of someone else.

There is no longer him in her words or heart or mind, finally she is only hers.

She is December with imprinting traces of love daises on white canvas of life.

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.

An untempted woman cannot boast of her chastity.

[Before being burned at the stake for her faith:] Hold the cross high so I may see it through the flames.

My marriage is on the rocks again, yeah, my wife just broke up with her boyfriend.

His lips have confessed his love but her heart bleeds ice cold blood that doesn’t revive with the confession of life-giving moments, as she is someone who has surpassed the bonds of love.

She doesn’t give you time for questions as she locks up your arms in hers. And you follow till your sense of direction completely disappears.

It’s not preppies, cause I’m a preppie myself. I just don’t like homosexuals. If you ask me, they’re all homosexuals in the Pudding. Hey, I was glad when that Pudding homosexual got killed in Philadelphia.

I’m raising a daughter. I want to be able to say to her, “You can be anything you want. You can be the President of the United States.” I’d love that.

Rosa Parks was primed, she had the Civil Rights Movement behind her, she didn’t just decide to sit on the bus, it was strategic.