Summer made me pay back the head start I got on it.
But I just kept counting the ladybugs God sent my way when there were wounds to lick.
I want more and I want it now. No choice but to step up and take it.
I had to rebuild myself in that barber chair. Face to face with my biggest enemy (and my best friend), I had to look him in the eye. Soften parts of him, and toughen up others.
And I won, like I always do. The cut in my eyebrow a trophy from the battle.
How could I forget that being myself is the ultimate prize?
Like Laura said, being angry is okay. I know what I deserve and by the Grace of God am ready for. So I rage for a flash and then I channel it.
I am electricity and it is time to collect. My price is way up and the bill is past due. I was scared of the heat i generate but my Angel taught me all it needs is love.
This time I found out I had the key the whole time. As I rubbed my love bite in the church, my mind raced.
God is always fundraising, even with the power he has. Sometimes you just have to run it up the guy and take the blows. Like Bolivar, you have to dream with the enemy at your walls and no way out. Freedom ain't free.
I liberated myself. I conquer and I conquer until I simply can just be. I cry and fight and give thanks and kiss big old Life in the face. The Big Cat, The Cowboy and their Angel. They listen only to themselves and the Big Man Upstairs—that is why they are headed to the Top.