I'm not the victim in my circumstance. I'm victimizing my circumstances through praise and worship.

HOW I FEEL. I DON'T FEEL LIKE YOU. I DON'T FEEL LIKE LISTENING TO YOU. I DON'T FEEL LIKE PRETENDING TO BE AROUND YOU. I DON'T FEEL LIKE GOSSIPING ABOUT YOU. I DON'T FEEL LIKE LOOKING AT YOU. HOW I FEEL, I FEEL LIKE PRAYING FOR YOU.

It seems to me you have two flaws, knowing I would. Wishing you could.

I WEAR FRIENDSHIP LIKE MY WORK CLOTHES. I TAKE THEM OFF AS SOON AS I GET HOME.

My black beauty was invited to this celebration of life. Just in case you have a problem with me, ask me to ask you to leave.

I looked in the mirror and what did I see. The perfect hand writing of God written all over me.