A Reminder...

I’m my own cheerleader and I’m in the bleachers too…

I’m always left with limited resources yet I’m still resourceful,

I AM THE SOURCE.

I am the plug.

I recharge and reboot with reminder of the struggle, I wouldn’t be here with out it, I wouldn’t be ME.

IRONICALLY IT’S ENERGY.

It’s hunger.

It’s motivation because I never wanna go back to being the old me.

The reflection of who I used to be is re-lived pain by just a simple thought.

THOSE THOUGHTS, FEELINGS, MEMORIES EMBEDDED INTO MY STRUCTURE.

I let the pain inflicted on me consume the beauty of me, for a moment they had victory.

A temporary win them that would later turn into a big fat

L

My strength, endurance and hustle leaves a bitter taste in their mouth,

I’m a hard pill to swallow.

The right person takes it well, without water even…

I’m still waiting on that person, not looking,

Waiting.

The idea of being loved organically is refreshing and rather enticing …

Yet, not enough for me to take what’s being offered,

Half love isn’t up for debate.

I provide what I need,

I created the space to cultivate an overflow of authentic love, and peace

I AM THE PLUG

-Dolce