Someone once tried to convince me that I was a good woman. You know, completely innocent to all my surroundings and all of the demons hidden within it. That I was someone light and my loving heart. And pureness was a gift that was meant to be given to the man that God placed into my life. That me, myself was a gift from God himself and any man would be blessed to have me.
I’m sure that was true at one point… at least the good woman part. The rest is a load of bullshit. “God” placed many men into my life; and if not every last one of them added to. The blackness that stained my “loving” heart. And if not every last one, bet on my pureness to see who can take it from me, ripping away the only gift I had.
Think about the story of Adam and Eve. Not the entire story, but just one important part.
God created Eve from a rib that was within Adam. They came in a pair. So, who’s rib do I come from? Why do. I have to search for the “man” that “God” made especially for me when he gave Eve to Adam clear as day? They didn’t have a wedding ceremony, did they? They didn’t date before taking an oath with God to only be with each other until death due them apart. God planted Eve there, taking the rib from Adam and said “here bro. This yo girl, reproduce.”
Each time I just knew I found the person whose rib I guard inside of me, and I gave away my pureness… or what was left anyway.
No one wants love anymore. Now everything is. Made into a game. My pureness is gone. My loving heart is black. Does that. Now take away my gift? Am I still worthy of the man that “God” used to create me? Or is it because of my stupidity that the entire world is ruined?