I don’t take credit for my work,

Instead I give it to the Lord..who knows…my flow,

And, I rather not dwell on the success,

that lies ahead,

instead I embrace the pain.

The pain of less satisfaction and those that cause distraction

‘cuz it’s led me to examination

of the mind.

I can sit here and write my story

relate it to your story

but I wont accept the glory

that reaks out of your mouth

What I write comes from the most High.

I settle for nothing unless the demand

is something

greater.

Something,

difficult.

Something, that makes me desire to move forward.

I do not dance with words as a flirt.

I do not sell my words to flow.

For you to accept me?

I write for One.

One who accepts me without me trying.

One who accepts me knowing I am a liar.

That lies and regrets and makes mistakes,

‘cuz did I tell you I’m not perfect.

I don’t strive for perfection.

I bow down to perfection.

My God. Jehova Jireh.

Nothing greater than Him.

In the end it’s God.

-Tzira

Written on October 27, 2009