Issues of the Heart and Its Release

the scariest thing in life
it used to be the easiest for me
to present yourself a potential wife
your heart wide open for this man to see.

but when it is done once
and your heart is taken from your hands
you spend your days, weeks, months
waiting at his demands.

it is you that your friends question
"but my heart is his, you see"
and it is your own heart that you shun
you gave it too freely.

and it is when this is done
this experience is met
when trial overcome
that you truly regret.

your heart is a precious thing
it ought to be sought
it remains guarded by a King
for no less than love should release be thought.

and for no reason should it be hid
from any person or yourself
in no body should heart be rid
yet not displayed upon a shelf

A tender heart surpasses one "guarded"
without the door open no one can come in
the goal is to be openhearted
to have a heart closed should be a sin.

Sometimes, you have to let go :(

You ask me to give you my heart
But you only hold out one hand
The other pours into someone else,
I just don’t understand

Can you uphold my heart?
With just one hand?
You would hold out both,
If really a man

Don’t give to someone else
And try to give to me
A relationship of 3 humans
Isn’t meant to be

You want to love me
It seem that you do
But I’m just not enough
Just not the one for you

Who is the one?
The one that will captivate you so?
Where is the girl,
That will cause you to give all things and go?

She will be some girl,
To do what I could not.
To captivate you body and mind
To teach you what she’s been taught

She won’t fall for your messes
For her you’ll give them up.
You’ll put away all distractions
You would die if you broke up

If that girl was me
Your heart would be mine
I would have more and more
Not less and less over time

Hijab

Every morning she puts one on
A veil, to cover shame,
To cover her beautiful face,
Undeserving of blame.

She’s one of many,
She blends right in.
A veil hides her beauty
From each of her friends.

But is true beauty in revealing?
Or a secret kept hid?
He wants it for her protection.
We see it a sin.

We see a dominant figure,
A controlling man.
When maybe a loving husband’s protection,
We just don’t understand.

Ugh, Girls..

God's precious jewel,
Daddy's little girl,
such a pure thing,
was evil meant for her world?

We chit chat at the drop of a hat.
talk for hours,
and days, at that.

We talk about boys, our dreams, and love
and then some gossip
brings the parrot out of the dove.

We repeat what we hear,
"Did you hear about.."
is whispered to a listening ear.

O, and our plans!!
Is life a battlefield?
We must scheme to get a man?!

And who do we look cute for?
surely not ourselves, not really a boy,
we try to look cuter than each other!
Each other, we annoy!

Life is a competition,
in this world of girl.
who's the best? who's the prettiest?
who's hair, a perfect curl?

"Beauty is fleeting,
and charm deceptive."
If God is always right,
why don't we see our Creator's perspective?

On daughters in brothels...

Her heart is racing
Her mind won’t still
Her thoughts are pacing
She’s just a girl

The body of a girl
Capabilities of a woman
Her mind is so innocent
His is so human

A soft touch
Is what she had imagined
A moment of love
Is what she had fathomed

But this expression of love
Is an expression of hate
His release of anger
For his every mistake

His touch was rough
His eyes were glazed
At the evil of his actions
He had to be amazed

She was so precious
So clean and untouched
So naïve, she was stolen
For a price, he roughed her up

Lord, You love this little girl,
This daughter of Yours
It pains You to see, when,
Out of her eyes, tears pour

Time

time, a huge subject
an inadequate thing.
just when you fall asleep
you hear the alarm ring.

i don't have enough time,
no one does
just some that is mine
would heal so much.

time fillers are had by all
do my nails, check the web
go to the mall.

all things so trivial!!
especially with time so minimal.

my head so crowded
so many things to do
i do not have time to care about you.

clear my mind for a second
to what would i owe?!
drop one thing from my schedule?
i can't let go.

my heart breaks for my mind
i can't fix anything,
i don't have the time.

i can't make a difference,
theres enough to do!
is this what God has for us?

so am i outside His will?
does He love a full schedule,
or do i leave time to fill?