A sign of survival

Two years ago I started this blog to encourage young ladies such as myself to dress more modestly. I thought I would ONLY share my love of clothing and thats it!

BUT overtime I have notice how the Lord has been directing my footsteps. I’ve always had a passion for writing poetry, but I rarely shared it with others.

Throughout these pass years and months I just felt more encouraged to share my passion for poetry. Everything that I write is based on a TRUE experience, either by myself or someone I have known personally. I just use more dramatic words. 🙂 Even though my goal is to encourage young women, ANYONE can enjoy my poems.

A lot of different individuals have always wondered about the scar on the left side of my mouth. Even when I visit elementary schools they usually ask whether it was a burn, but It is FAR from that…IT IS A SIGN THAT I SURVIVED!
I wrote more about it below…

[“A sign of survival!”]

In fourth grade my peers asked if I kissed an iron?
In high school a guy stated that my mouth resembled a female’s reproducing organ.

Instead of ignoring them, their words pierced through me! Slowing tearing away the bit of confidence that I once had. 
Most girls have beautiful colored lips, 
shades of light browns, pinks and soft reds…
However, I have a shade of dark purple some have called it black, but I call it cocoa. 

To answer them, 

I said it was not a scar, but a birthmark. A sign that I SURVIVED!

She was a victim to fornication, thought it would be for one time…But for the first time, it failed.

She was rebuked for her teen pregnancy,She was told to get rid of me!

when he took his weapon to beat her, he did not think about me!

I was unwanted! 

He thought if he’d beat her long enough she would heed and remove me. 

She knew that removal would turn her into a murderer; she did not want blood on her hands, so she kept me!

So, when you my lips and you’re wondering why? Or about the unique-ness of it…

It was not because I kissed an iron, and it was not because I fell.

His hands pierced her body, his hands pierced her face and his hands pierced her stomach….With me IN it! 

So, it’s NOT JUST a birthmark, but a sign of my SURVIVAL!

Be Blessed, be BOLD, and don’t forget that you are fearfully and wonderfully made!