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    Mama told me that he wasn't gone be nothing but a thorn in my side, a cramp in my hip, an ache in my belly, heaviness on my heart and stress on my mind.
    Instead of heading the warnings of wisdom and my own internal intuition, my vision was blind.
    Over shadowd by, sunkissed skin and smooth curly black hair thats far better then mine.
    Following the preconcieved notion that most of my sistas would consider to be fine.
    Mesmorised by strawberry lips dipped in champaign kisses, this man had me paralized.
    My thoughts, my dreams, my hopes, my whishes, my entire focus was all being consumed by him.
    Without knowing the light that glows within my own spirit that makes me, me was actually growing dim.
    Mind, body and soul, I was slowly being devoured by this so-called thing that I thought was love.
    Loosing myself to the falsification that he had to have been sent to me from somethingway up above.
    Walking eyes wide shut, I fell for his charm, his outward beauty and the kindness in his eyes.
    Infatuated with his aura left me clueless to his hidden secrets and his lies,
    But then, he had so many extra curricular activities that would leave me to wake up alone one too many nights for me to bare.
    Then I got annoymous phone calls from irrelevent females that gave me the revelation that this shit right here was unfair.
    Insecurities about my own possesions began to swell everytime I handed out the benifit of the doubt.
    Empowering him to define my self-worth as nothing, quickly became a burden and I had to find a way out.
    Deep within myself, I had to find the strength to unpuck that thorn, uncramp my hip, get rid of that pain in my back and that ache in my belly, and soon my heart became light and my mind was at ease.
    Realizing that he was never a friend to me, more less my enemy, I could finally breath.
    Telling him to get gone and for me to move on was one of the best things I could ever do for me.
    I found th light that shines within me that makes me, me.
    Now I could finally say that I have been set free.

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    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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