Skin Deep, Soul Wide
Baby, strip for me.
You know this flesh is only temporary.
Strip for me
when your heart is heavy,
holding on to versions of yourself you’d rather bury.
Baby, strip for me.
See, we steady sidestepping the same plays
from people who’ve never met themselves halfway,
so how can you expect them to meet you in the middle?
Strip for me
slowly, intentionally, with ease,
because your soul deserves a safe space
to unfold,
to become,
to rest,
somewhere to call home.
And I know that you know
deep down
home is where you be,
where you feel the most peace.
Even the pressure starts feeling like synergy,
know what I mean?
We get too deep, 5D, exploring the universe,
we taking big leaps and
Baby, I need you to strip for me.
I mean unmask.
I wanna hear you laugh,
that sound that Heaven’s choirs make.
Sacred be the way you love,
like you ain’t never encountered pain before,
like you ain’t never went to war with the woman in the mirror before,
like you ain’t see yourself in her, in him, in them.
Like you forgot what it meant
to hold both light and darkness
and still let love be your homeostasis.
Baby, strip for me.
Let me be your soft place to land,
a soft place to rest your hands
when your spirit grows weary.
Tired,
and I mean tired,
of giving too many benefits to doubts.
The doubts start benefiting like
you ain’t never cut cords before,
never spoke through translations to get your point across,
still insistent on being alone rather than a cynic.
I’m a believer, baby.
We call it faith when love has no borders.
I can’t help it,
I see myself in you.
Because when people see you smile,
it’s hard to imagine the melancholy
that wears you out until the seams unfurl at the end,
loosely holding on to sanity.
How you make heartbreak as delicate as chiffon,
I still don’t know.
Let me remind you though,
let me remind you
what it means to never see a drought.
I mean
40 days,
40 nights,
40 millenniums,
longing for your awakening.
Let me show you how to walk in your dreams
and call it reality.
Tell me,
what’s impossible for God’s image?
Listen,
I’m your reflection.
You gon’ learn to love me,
or hate the parts of yourself
you can’t stand to see staring right back.
And I guarantee you,
this soul, this soul is a riot,
a ripple in time,
can’t be defined by your expectations or limitations.
Either way,
I bite back.
Can you handle that?
A Word From The Author
Are you living intentionally? When the days seem to bleed into each other I hope you can find peace in knowing that your life is yours to create and yours alone. So create!
