Dear Sister, Forgive me, For intruding on your moment. For offering well meant advice. A piece of which I am amending right now. I told you to be happy, and to keep the opinions of others Outside the realm of your relationship to preserve the peace Between you and your lover. To reserve a portion of yourself, just for yourself In case of an identity crisis. Keep a corner of sanity on standby For the moment when the demands become Overwhelming and all you have is God and Your good sense to guide you. Trust me, when I tell you these things. For I have learned at the expense of myself. You are not the ****. God did not design you in waste. You are the Universe compacted into Curved body and brilliant mind. How dare you paint your landscape so Lackluster? Mediocrity was never intended for you. Settling is non-negotiable, because You have no asking price. No man will ever satisfy the void Where your true love of self belongs. You are a woman, not a mule for other's expectations. Your worth requires no mortal validation. The greatest standard you must live up to is your own. When the world speaks limitation you respond in Freeverse. Never place the affections of men above your own. Do not allow them to enter your temple in carnality. Teach them to respect you as sacred. Tutelage in Goddess worship is required. You are not a halfway house of whoredom, Therefore do not accept half a man As consolation for your deepest desires. You deserve more than penetration But the consecration of your most glorious places. Only fools believe a woman is ruled From the seat of her crotch. Only Kings should sit at the throne of your heart. Choose spiritually erect men, for the Earth rejects poor seed. This is not your choice, but your divine right. Comfort zones do not become you. Compromise is a disease in your soul. Do not cut off your natural love In seasons barren of truth and tender touch. Intuition tells you this is not healthy. Do not ignore logic because the heart is reluctant. Every breath is a prayer, and poems are psalms For wounded spirits. You are a cry to save your own self. Sister, I beseech you to break soul ties that do not Nurture your own. Remove the thistle and serpents from your gardens. Allow the water to descend, and impregnate your soil with Infinite possibilities. Plant your dreams deep in faith, and watch them Manifest victories. No man can give you what you already create effortlessly. Love yourself with every cell in your body Until liberation occurs as osmosis in your blood. Finally, you will know you are Most High. With no assistance from synthetics, But the purest source on the planet Right inside of you.