I was Born To Be Soft

I was born to be soft.

But life handed me steel and survival.

I wrapped my heart in armor,

not because I wanted to

but because I had to.

My softness never left.

It just hid beneath the weight

of bills, betrayal,

a mother’s exhaustion,

and a girl’s unmet dreams.

I was created to nurture

to hum melodies into the walls of my home,

to scent the air with spices and safety,

to raise children who feel love

in every folded blanket, every bite of food,

every gentle correction.

I want to be a traditional woman

with a modern fire.

One who irons his shirts and sparks his vision.

One who builds empires in the morning

and bathes babies at night.

Who holds him down and lifts him up.

Shoulder, peace, muse, mirror.

I want freedom

the kind that lets me wake up

and follow my soul’s direction,

not a boss’s orders.

To build, to create,

to move how spirit moves me.

Some days I’ll be a poet.

Other days, I might want to reach the stars.

I want to help my people heal

to remind them they are not broken,

just bound.

And I want to be the hands

that untie the knots.

I want my children to feel my presence,

not just my hustle.

I want to love slow, live long,

and one day…

marry the man who always felt like home.

I was born to be soft.

And I’m coming back to her

no matter how long it takes.

No matter what it costs.

Because she’s who I’ve always been.

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