The tape you place upon my mouth, symbols the voice in which i have, but do not use.
I have the freedom of my hands to take it off, yet i don’t and let be what happens, instead of changing it to what i know in my heart it should be.
I hear the cry of the others voices and yet you silence mine.
You whisper in my ear, that the image that i see before me, is demented and appauling..
but deep down i know one day, they’ll all be applauding.
these thoughts you whisper, feels like you’re yelling them aloud..
that everyone can hear..this distinctive sound.
don’t tell me i’m wrong when i know i’m right..
not unless you’re willing for this fight.
my mouth might be taped, my voice might be silenced..
but my hands are free, and you won’t like it.
toss and turn as i hear the punches..
listen to the sound as each bone crunches.
i hear a loud shatter and straight up i sit,
my eyes now wide open and my lip, bit.
this fight i saw you’d think were between two..
when really it was just you..and you.
this thing called a mirror shows your reflection..
it racks up so much of your attention.
make yourself pretty, presentable and fake..
with no one knowing, its your life you want to take.
this mirror defines us, instead of the tables being turned,
and not one thing they’ve taught us have we learned.
the magazines tell us what we should be,
places the tape across our mouths only left to see
the monster we’ve become and allowed it to happen..
because it’s our stomachs that we all want flattened.
no matter if your a girl looking for that guy..
no matter if you’re that boy tryin to look fly.
the fact of the matter still stands,
what will you continue to do with your hands?
I’ve been having this dream about mirrors..and I feel it’s time to step on up and begin talking about it.
Knives are for cooking, baking, and kitchen work…not for your arms, legs or back.
Bathrooms are for hygine and “primping”…not to throw up your meals, and nutrition.
Mirrors are to make sure that nothing is in your teeth…not to define who you are.
Your body, is YOURS. Not someone elses to tell you what to do with, how to perfect it, or how to make it better…or for that matter…how to make more doggone appealing.
The way I see it, the one that will love you forever, will realize that there’s more to you than your appearance. They’ll care about your personality and your character, not your jean size or the number on the scale. Think about it, is your appearance really going to matter when you’re old, with wrinkles and that gray hair? NO! You stay with someone because you love being around them..not their looks.
Your thoughts, are YOURS. Not for someone else to try and tear down. It’s what makes us unique and sets us apart from all the rest. You must have the will power to overcome the negative and fine that positive, no matter how gosh darn small it is. If you find that positive in the negative, you will begin to see a change in your attitude towards your circumstances, and just life in general. I don’t care how much of a relief it is the see the blood on the knife, or to feel it pierce your skin…the fact of the matter is, a certain Someone pierced Their skin a long time ago…He actually got beaten and nailed to a cross for YOU. YOU. Hello? that means you don’t have to shed any more blood, or bare the scars of a heartache you once had. It means He has taken them away and you are free to lift up Holy hands and give thanks for the life He has given you, and for the destiny He is taking you towrds.
Your life, is NOT YOURS.
re-read that if it didn’t hit you hard enough.
YOUR LIFE ISN’T YOURS. The breaths you take are graciously given to you for a purpose greater than you could ever see, dream, or comprehend. You are MADE to stand out from the crowd, not to conform to society, and you have been set in the place you are in, in the state and town you are in for a REASON. HE gave you life, so that you may carry out the a greater Life..the one the a Man named Jesus gave in order for you to have one.
You are His daughter, His princess. The apple of His eye. He has for you a palace of your very own waiting for you in the greatest kingdom and neighborhood that any one woman could ever fathom live in. You have been hand made into a beautiful creation beyond belief. The mirror may whisper in your ear a mouthful of lies dripping with disaster, but you have the power to take off the tape and define who YOU are..who HE has created you to be. He wants you to see through His eyes how amazingly beautiful you are. He doesn’t care about how tiny your body is, or if you have long or short hair…and in return, the man of your dreams will have the same outlook as well.
You are His son, His prince. The champ beyond all He has known. He has for you a palace of your very own waiting for you in the greatest kingdom and neighborhood that any one man could ever fathom to live in. You have been hand mand into a handsome creation beyond beilief. The mirror may whisper in your ear a mouthful of lies dripping with disatster, but you have the power to take off the tape and define who YOU are..who HE has created you to be. He wants you to see through His eyes, how amazingly handsome you are. He doesn’t care about how muscular you body is, or if you have a six pack…and in return, the woman of your dreams will have the same outlook as well.
Sons and daughters alike, the knife may feel like a sense of relief to you in your time of need and trouble, but the grace of God and healing power of your Heavenly Father is a breath of fresh air. His arms are the sense of relief that you long for…for the love you lack in your personal and parental life.
Sons and daughters alike, the purging may feel like a hell hole that cannot be climbed out of, but the Love of Jesus can pull you out. His hand can pick you up and turn you around in the right direction. The question is, will you stay there or turn around and go back to your comfort hole…clinging on to that bowl that brings you nothing but straight agony..?
Who will you be defined as?
sons and daughters of man…
or Sons and Daughters of the Most High?
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