Fourth of September

By Kelsie Coleman

For her heart longed to give its love to a soulNot just any soul but the mate to hersA match to her swag, the flow to her beat.......Waiting for her black KingIn her past, she experienced a whole lot of niggas who had not tapped into kingshipMen who tried to talk that ying yang and bump their gums about what they wantedAll along, lips potent with lies, and her intuition always revealed their intentions...... she grew weary.... she stopped believing HE existed.On top of the fear of giving over her power and being nakedly exposed... she feared being disappointed.Cheating the heart out of truly living, thriving, beating, pumping blood to these organs of love....she was dying to experience something.....REAL.Even after trying to convince the mind otherwise... the heart still longed for LOVE.It was starving! It was made to love!As years passed,Disappointment built defenses, causing denial of the very thing she wanted.It wasn't until the 24th year....she decided to stop running, pull the walls down, and say when Love knocks... baby I'm answering.

 There she stood, slightly afraid but courageous enough to finally say... I want it!She never realized that in her vulnerability lay a strength until the 4th of September.

By Kelsie Coleman