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The lessons I'm learning this yr bc of money 😂. So I'm supplying dog rice and i had a rushed order that was to be delivered on Saturday for my return client. My rice plug in mwea usually takes days to organize my order and this order was rushed so i opted to use another rice "seller" for next day delivery🥲 well y'all know how it ends😂i got scammed 1590 for cheating on my plug. This was a lesson to not make rushed payments i would have noticed the red flags if i was working without being rational to deliver fast. Financial accident😂😂
She said she didn’t need me,
so I taught my heart to stand on its own,
not out of spite,
but to protect the soft place in me
that once called her home.
She asked if anything in the house was mine.
Nothing was.
So I walked out
and built a life where even the smallest things
belonged to me
and with them came peace,
and a quiet sense of belonging
no one could take again.
She said she didn’t care how I lived
or where I died.
So I learnt to love myself,
to mother myself,
to fill the gap she walked in and out.
Like a doorway.
She told me to forget her as my mother
so I did.
Now she is just a familiar face
I once knew,
a place I no longer return to.
She cursed me,
so I blessed myself.
She left me,
so I gathered myself.
She disowned me,
so I claimed myself.
She broke me,
so I built myself.
She covered me in shame,
so I wrapped myself in dignity.
Everything part she stripped away
became fertile land for growth.
And in losing her,
I finally found.
ME.
She said she didn’t need me,
so I taught my heart to stand on its own,
not out of spite,
but to protect the soft place in me
that once called her home.
She asked if anything in the house was mine.
Nothing was.
So I walked out
and built a life where even the smallest things
belonged to me
and with them came peace,
and a quiet sense of belonging
no one could take again.
She said she didn’t care how I lived
or where I died.
So I learnt to love myself,
to mother myself,
to fill the gap she walked in and out.
Like a doorway.
She told me to forget her as my mother
so I did.
Now she is just a familiar face
I once knew,
a place I no longer return to.
She cursed me,
so I blessed myself.
She left me,
so I gathered myself.
She disowned me,
so I claimed myself.
She broke me,
so I built myself.
She covered me in shame,
so I wrapped myself with dignity.
Every part she stripped away
became fertile land for growth.
And in losing her,
I finally found.
ME.