I am not made in your image

I shake my head in disbelief. A man trying to tell me that I am too much


I am created from a womb to be a womb

to birth and create life like the God himself has given me a task of such importance

I am the maker of the future

he said that I should stay in my lane

The lane you’ve created for me by assuming my position in this world? Fuck that. I have molded my own path, with the weeds and the flowers blooming through the cracks of my soul. The darkness giving way to a lighter and brighter future. I am not in a tunnel, I am in an open field. I have no path and their is no light at the end of this tunnel. I am the light. the LIGHT radiates through my golden skin. The LIFE exudes from my lips.

You’re jealous and insecure.