Beauty in Distress

Your skin is beautiful.

False Evidence Appearing Real. 2 Timothy 1:7, For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind. This were just words to me. I never really understood it, it meant nothing to me. Just another Sunday school verse. I feared night, I feared day. I feared death I feared life. A shadow of myself I wasn't living. Misconceptions of religion had me bound. His grace eluded me. I knew Him yet I didn't know him, he was just an estranged lover. Someone taught to children with feeble minds that needed a perfect epitome of love. I didn't understand his love so deep. Or all that he gave and made available for me on the cross of calvary. For this reason, fear had my soul, tortured my mind, dented my persona. With time depression creeped in because I was living in regret. Regretting that I hadn't truly lived in his grace, done the exploits I was meant to have done or over come the hurdles in front of me. I would cry and say I would do...

They say if you stare into the water long enough it will start to call you. The same way if you refuse to step out of your comfort zone you will never have lived. Trying to find mistakes in the tiles I got lost in the water. Looking more inviting than ever, she started to call me. I'm thinking about life. About the things we were made to believe as children. Logical reasoning says to question everything till valid proof is laid. So, is the truth really the truth? We were all imprinted on believe it or not. Those who raised us marked their beliefs on and in us, engraved on our hearts. It's what has given us character our identity. But as we grow we start to question everyone of them, but sentiments doesn't really allow us to drop some of them. I'm not sure whether the lyrics flow, I don't think I'm even consistent. The message is really this. When you start to find your way, to restructure your mind, insanity is near, right besides depression because not ev...

I've learnt to cry in secrete cause the world doesn't know my pain. She can never understand it. I was happy then a tide of sadness swept in. Like a tsunami I was taken away. Engulfed in the pain I didn't understand. Ripped off of the immense joy I felt, layer by layer. That's the thing with depression. You won't know where she comes from. A shadow hoovering on your shoulders.  She is a deep darkness that grasps your soul and refuses to let go until she totally has you. Smiling becomes a burden. It becomes estranged in a nano-second. Your system shuts down to your surrounding, lost in a world that doesn't exist. Calculating mystical concepts. Over thinking! What can save? I look up to the heavens above. I see a drop of sunshine. I search His word, there I find my ray of hope. In His presence there is fullness of Joy and at His right hand are pleasures forever more. Lord deliver my soul from depression, may my soul be joyful in you, may it shall rejoice in...

 I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help  My help cometh from the Lord , which made heaven and earth  He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand. The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night. The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul  The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.           - A Psalm

Colour Blindness What does beauty look like when it is felt and not seen? When the blind to see it in their dreams. When the beauty resonates in the ears of the deaf. When it is the screams of the dumb. When it re-instates sanity to the psychotic. To redefine the very essence of beauty, I go on a quest to find the true treasures hidden within. This coat of arms on our face has robbed us of the definition of beauty. Defining our relations by the brand of their lipstick or is it the type? The contouring on our faces has truly made our character rigid. Please someone define all this madness to me, this madness my generation as agreed to live in. This madness that has redefined our existence. We live in a world where our eyebrows are sponsored my the Nike logo. How is this even possible. Should class really be defined by the material we wear or by my approach to humanity? I refuse to conform to the world. I refuse to be the concept of the colours on my face.  I'm stepp...

Life is a journey. You won't enjoy all the scenery if you keep thinking of  one's you didn't appreciate. Stop regretting, it's only memories made and lessons learnt.

  You see her as just an item of Sexual pleasure. Scratching only the surface forgetting there is a beating heart underneath. Just like yours but perhaps more pure. Her soul impatiently waiting to be discovered. A true beauty underneath the 'curves and humps'. She was a museum full of art but you have your eyes shut. 'Importing' her into parties just so she can entertain you. Never having a variety of conversations with her. Fixing her into the stereotype her of 'dumb' just because of her beauty. "That's the thing about stereotypes, it's not that they are untrue but they are incomplete. They make one story become the only story." Chimamanda Adiche You are too lazy to search for the other stories. There are three sides of every story, the third is yours. But she won't blame you. The girls you've come across have left this impression on you. A sour taste in your mouth. I put it to you to rearrange your prejudice. Tell each sto...