Having No idea what love was, I was a slave to the physical. Bounded by urges of the flesh and false promises from all the “HIM’s” whom I allowed to enter my temple grounds. I allowed unholy, ungodly thoughts to constrain my power to say “no” when I knew I deserved more than the physical lust those “HIM’s” had mistakenly called love. I allowed my mind to be lynched, the air circulation to be cut off and my thoughts to become blurry and despite how much I fought the notion- it was evident, I too began to accept maybe love was lust. I felt dead.
Fortunately, I looked the other way, drew back from society and focused all on me. I hung societal expectations by the throat. Then I was able to be reminded, intimacy is of God. To be tender is of God. Far too often, why do we equate love with sex & lust? Love is far more intimate!! I finally opened the door and allowed God to become my best friend (he patiently waited so long) and when those savages, those “HIM’s” could no longer get it in- the question became “are you gay?” Yes, if G.A.Y. means “G.ETTING A.WAY(from) Y.ALL” Their minds, all small. They’ll never understand, My gates are holy. This land is sacred. It’s a privilege that must be earned and none of them qualify. They’ll come with energy of lust, If they’re lucky I will simply say, “Don’t worry about how my breast hang. Don’t be blinded by the flesh. Hang your immoral thoughts and find the LOVING way.” I’ve identify how God chose to send lessons, so I can earn blessings. Whole and blessed I stand naked in my truth. I LIVE IN THE FLESH, I DON’T ACT OF THE FLESH.
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