So much weighs her down.
Her morale slipping.
Her positive energy draining.
Many a burden weigh her down.
Which may explain why
At this moment right now,
She isn’t thinking
She deserves love.
Love is an ambiguous word
With many a differently interpreted world
But here’s the “love” she decides
She doesn’t, and won’t ever, deserve…
Of a flimsy but popular kind
The kind that takes your imagination everywhere
But ends up really going nowhere
The kind with metal strings and insecure conditions
That force her to one-sidedly make endless compromises
Of a kind that could make her
No, she does not deserve that kind of less-than-enough love.
She deserves the genuine kind: more than enough.
Of rare but gold-dripping quality
The kind that is boundless in mercy
The kind with many a flaw that is
Forever being addressed and being fixed
The kind that is solid and does not melt at the slightest heat
Of a kind that the more she loves another,
Increases her own self-love.
Genuine soul-quenching love is rare.
She knows it could be right around the corner.
Or right around the decade.
Or perhaps, right around another lifetime.
She knows there is a possibility she may never find it.
But that’s okay.
She knows the kind of love she deserves.
And she could give it to herself.
Finding a sincere lover would be more than enough.
Her present self-love is already enough.
But to settle for less than enough?
“people hate it when you know your worth. you draw the line, you set the precedence, you stand your ground, and they flip the coin on you and make it seem like you’re the one with a problem. “you’re too demanding, you’re too selective, you’re too judgmental, you’re too unrealistic”. no, i’m neither of those things. i just love myself. i love myself enough to know what i need, what will improve me, what will grow me, what i deserve. i’m loving myself, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.” (Billy Chapata, Sour Honey & Soul Food)
And God knows Best.