WHO AM I?
It’s not me speaking so loud that I have to get your attention;
it is my chaste conversation that will arouse your suspicions.
It is not the type of clothes I wear, or how long or short my hair is, or the altering of my body parts;
it’s the wisdom that I have the strength that I need and the love in my heart.
It's not the makeup that I wear, or weaving and cutting or dying of my hair,
it’s not how much weight I gain or lose, it’s the decisions I make and the businesses that I choose.
It is not my trying to please a man; it is, however, whatever God does for me that only He can.
About the Creator
Sonja Edwards
I am 56 years old. l love God poetry, stories, creating, designing, art, and I have an online store called God's Flourishings No.1.
gods-flourishings-no-1.myshopify.com
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