Breeders Part II

Daughter’s of the Most High created to reflect the glory of God- not of man. Tearless eyes Lost Innocence Squandered Inheritance. Diamonds in the rough. Please comprehend your value is far greater then any ruby. Yet marred by the deceptions of false immitations counterfeits. Void ambitions laced invitations reflections deceptions of one nite of bliss. Bed of Roses turned into thorns of ravished gardens. White washed temples empty for the gates were left open. Mind abducted by false ideas of what could be. Pillar of salt don’t look back. My sista we be Queens elaborately designed for a King chosen by YAH. The nite of consummation. Angelic Host sing. A Royal Marriage Bed with our Heavenly Fathers Blessing.

Written  by LaQuita S. Thurman 7 October 2012

Breeders

You throw your seeds around as if extinction is on your heals.You stand with your chest out proud of notches in your belt “playa” woman “slaya” Ignoring the silent screams of fatherless children-abandoned generations. Ignoring the silent screams of-between those thighs “What’s my name”-Son please. Your DNA is so precious-See…Created in Gods image designed to be more than just an athletic acrobat in the room-Son. Cause your seed like any seed was designed to be planted in one garden. Sacred is the womb-nuture that wom—-man. As she is the gateway to this earth. Bringing forth son’s and daughter’s in need of Father’s.

Written By LaQuita S. Thurman  5 October 2012