When you wake up pray and remember your worth - it’s your bulletproof vest. It’s your shield against sharp attacks.

No pleasing, no sabotaging my true self to showcase a polished version of Mary-Grace.

Have you seen them, cause I've been searching for my rays for a while now?

Pouring my pain like ink on a digital canvas, was a blessing that healed all my itchy wounds and cracks.

Our life is not mundane, it is made up of tiny little miracles scattered every step of the way.

My grandma's cup of tea, how sweet the taste, Made with wrinkled hands and a heart full of grace.

Don't wait for a good samaritan to claim your sweet dose of honey.