what do you do with a heart full of love,
and no one left to taste it?
what do you do with your whole family lost,
how does your need get sated?
how do you keep on stepping?
aah ..! by their love’s ever-giving grace.
you put it on, like your powder,
and you keep up that brave face.
you embrace all they gave you, in Honor.
you project all they taught you, from inside.
and you pull yourself up to your full height,
showing all they gave you, .. Self. Pride.
it comes from love, from caring.
that Pride is not a deadly sin.
pride is walking in knowledge,
that you are loved, and have fruit to give.
it buoys you when you are drifting,
and it coddles you when you have to retreat.
it is always there, indelible,
teaching you the girl that you get to be.
oh, it gets lost at times in a mixture,
of perceptions, or deceptions, or daunts.
people are always attracted to light;
in the end, it’s what everyone wants.
so i just keep on looking for beacons,
in the skies, and in other’s eyes.
oh, the thrill of recognition, of laughter,
and the beckoning of instant surprise.
so, at times i speak in Venoms.
some times, i speak in Pleas.
i only know what i know by the way i react;
if i feel welcome, or ill at ease.
i only know one Voice to speak for me;
rising in tones, or in a whispering coo.
i can only echo what you present to me,
by unfolding, by speaking the True.
so i believe Her, my Spirit who tends me.
her impetus, and knowledge, as my Guide.
i am fond of and aware of the Sacred in me,
my Inner; the source of my Pride.