Case of the Lion

I remember the last time I went to the Zoo or wherever it was that it was, I was sitting on the little bus that takes you on the Safari ride (RIGHT: the on that’s meant to make you feel like you one with Africa *eye roll*) Anyway, so while I was riding, I remember looking and thinking how pretty flawless and majestic the pride of lions looked. SO happy and in sync with one another. The lions were perched up, sitting all proud and observing us, observe them and still at this time knowing that the lionesses and cubs were in fair distance, seemingly unconcerned with us. And still as calmly as the lions sat you could feel that if anyone tried to mess with their pride, they will be up in no time, to defend their own.

So here I start my train of thought which will lead me to my bold declaration. . . why have lions mastered the art of trust and protection which leads to harmonious living, and we humans can’t even figure it out. Here I am, this strong stubborn young lady, (who in every sense would be a perfect lioness) and yet, I have trouble letting a man, play the role of the lion ( I got that classic, ‘YOU WANT ME TO TRUST HIM TO PROTECT WHO’ mentality). Who’s fault is that some wise soul might ask….. NOT MINE I reply! Here is what I figure. My whole life every man that has ever been in my life has actually never given me the sense of security to where I can be careless enough to let my guard down and think that if anyone tried to attack me, MY LION would jump in and save me. So of course, I blame the men. What happened during creation that God gave the lion a sense of protecting their lionesses and God forgot to give this to our human male. I feel like the classic human male sits, perched  proud and what not but ABSOLUTELY unable to spring up and save anything. As I write this, I hear my mother’s voice telling me, “you have to let the man be a man.” And I say, NONSENSE MAMA, if I let the man lead, Mr. I’m  NOT so nice predator man, WILL eat me and my cub up. So NO… I say u sit there proud man, you look the part, but don’t you worry about me trusting you to play it…. BECAUSE I DON’T!

Aint Karma a Bitch!

I been gone a while, stuck in my head, seemingly bearing the worlds weight on my shoulders. I been struggling to keep afloat amidst the mass distractions that keep pulling me down. The pain, the anger, the inability to simply have one question answered....WHY???

Doesn't it always seem like the moment you decide to start doing right, all the wrong u even thought of catches up with you and reminds you you got debts to pay. When people utter, "Karma is a bitch" take heed cause Karma sure does BITE. It grasps you with a hold that is beyond the ordinary, and the harder you fight to get free.... the stronger the bonds that have you trapped, grip around you. Tears make no difference to unrelenting Karma, as it seems like she Kanye shrugs it off; places the hurt and keeps it pushing without looking back.

So I sit and wonder, why do we play with Karma, and not pray on the knees that our Lord gave us. Why do we not think about tomorrow when we engrossed in the pleasures of today. Yes. The darker the berry, the sweeter the juice. I guess then, the more dirt you do, the more Karma headed your way.Karma has me in her stronghold. And as I try live out each day as best I can, I think of all the pain I have caused! all the hurt I have created, and the lack of willingness that makes me me, I weep. Weep cause I should have known better. I should have prepared myself for this.....Because honestly, what goes around comes right back around! So be wise. Be smart. and maybe when its your time to face Karma, she'll take it a lil easier on you!
Be Blessed!