She enters into that corner of her mind where she begins to create friction with her thoughts.
Rubbing words together trying to make sense of the inspiration that just hit her.
She closes the door.
Suddenly, the words begin to arrange themselves and situate comfortably in structure and form. Searching the room, she begins to scan up and down for a definition of this feeling.
Does she want to spit fire or water?
What will move her, better yet, what will move the crowd?
A dedicated emcee, Brooklyn taught her how to be.
Selfish would she be if not catering to these that support her.
After all, writers need readers, and poets need meters that measure the frequency of elevation of voice and tone, knowing that alone this mission isn’t complete.
So now, she’s listening to beats.
In her head, it’s not enough to just speak, pitter patter starts her feet.
The head nod soon follows.
In sync with the idea to create something new as well as birthing a piece that has never ensued from her usual creative inspirations….
This time it’s going to be different.
What you used to know is no longer.
What you now see is brand new. This is for you…
For you that have tried to cut her with words, you should know that she doesn’t bleed.
Instead she just feeds off your exhaust and grows to be found and not lost standing firmly because your words didn’t knock her off her pedestal.
Instead, revelation put her on the inside of your mind and now she’s blowing it…
See, once you have revelation you cannot be deceived.
When you have revelation you can stand on solid ground and prepare to receive.
As long as you are having revelations then you can tell the situations what to do and the situations can no longer have control over you.
God taught her hands to war, according to Psalm 18:34, so that a bow of steel is broken by her arms!
Come again at her if you will, with your attempts to keep her in the dark, you need to go somewhere and park. She won this duel.
She says again, let no man think her a fool …
2 Corinthians 11:16 is what she means. ..
If you want to receive her as a fool, well that’s cool.
Then, this fool will keep talking and walk all over you… she might boast a little.
After all, she got the inside tip directly from the source and now she’s equipped to run the full course.
Final is this divorce, she doesn’t need your alimony, she “prenupted” this marriage so you can’t steal her testimony.
Her riches are her own, keeping them intact because revelation told her to set it up like that!
When God shows you something, see it.
When He speaks, listen.
And what you hear from Him, speak it!
Your inclination is your Revelation!
Copyright 2013 by Leslie Saint-Julien. All rights reserved.
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You don’t really know me like you think you do. Making rash judgments is really not cool. Basing your drawn conclusions on your dark gray past, I guarantee you that you’ve never had a woman of my class. I’m a woman in my own division, I hold the belt. I’ve never lost my title because I’ve never lost myself. When I speak, it’s from the heart. You can tell that from the start. From the moment I part, my lips don’t spit darts. I’m not better than you, I never claimed to be. I’m a daughter of the most high and He is my audacity! While A. Keys is “on fire” I’m working to go higher. Don’t speak what you don’t know unless you aspire to be a liar. That may work for you, but it doesn’t sit well with me. I can’t allow you to interrupt the spirit of my future testimonies. Giving God the glory for all that is He. I’m on a journey to a level that you will never be. Not because I’m more blessed, but it’s because YOU’RE NOT ME. What’s for you is for you, and I wish you the best. I can’t stop or impede what God has already blessed. I’m not her, I’m not them, I’m not him, I am ME. I’m a daughter of the most high, and He is my audacity!
I did a poem about words, and how to choose them carefully. Think twice before you speak any of your words to me. I record everything and can play it back for you to hear. I don’t delete or edit so we can all be clear. I forgive and don’t forget because our experiences are not in vain. We have to remember all our moments so we can heal from the pain. Then, when the dark clouds are gone, we can appreciate the sun. Without having had the hurt, we could never realize when we’ve won. I know who I am. The question is, do you know you? You have doubts haunting you because of what you’re afraid to do. I’m as real as it gets, very few have won this heart. What you need to understand is that I am especially set apart! God doesn’t make you for everyone, and everyone is not for you. Stop trying to be in someone’s life who does not want you to be to. It’s not their will, or yours, it is solely His! Too put it much simpler, it just is what it is!
You can’t see me with your own eyes because your vision is impaired. Spend more time knowing Him, and then your vision will be cleared. I’m not perfect by any means; I have faults through and through. I have learned enough life lessons to know it’s not me, it’s you! Yes, I am bold, I am brave, and my pain has given me courage. I have experienced enough trials to understand what has flourished. You’ve come to me at a time so that this piece could be born! If you didn’t cross my path, then I wouldn’t have this poem. Thank you for your presence and for never getting to know me. I’m the daughter of the most high, and He is my audacity!
© 2013 by Leslie Saint-Julien. All rights reserved.