She was put here through the speed of light coursing through her inner extension. Never second-guessing what noted temple would protect her from the outside world. Protect yourself more than anyone. Lack of nourishment's feeding into shivered hibernations. The comfort zone of an ice queen holding her womb of spiritual blessings onto reproducing the light behind the eyes in the future. Women are looked at as an outer body experiment; never what they experience internally. Hand to cheek, she caresses the simple things your mind overlooks. Thankful for the emotional cleanse every month till death. A more permanent solution than breeding in his captivity. Her body was always her choice. How dare we not support each decision that was made before you. Aggression shows its true colors in the minds of negative energy. It feeds in lengths that he couldn’t even imagine. Because, in the last of his dying day, he is simply not a woman. He is simply not an only option. He is simply a barrier diminished in existence inside of her to create her new-found love when ready, a love that comes in several shades of meaning. The love of being a mother, the warmth of being supportive, the acceptance of being a woman. We hold our energy. Why is it that others seem to think they must control our futures? The ill matter of our bodies our choices rage through the equality of each gender. We hold onto our power as you continue to strip it away. Taking our bodies, putting them to shame. She isn’t weak in the knees, but in the heart of her own as it aches to see that there is so much work to be done after you leave. But for now there are two mouths to feed. The two you ran away from. You must pay your dues in life. And as you run, time heals wounds they increased not from leaving but for never coming back.

The world is filled with some of the most quiet places. Aniliyah reviews her life as a silent story waiting to be told by the unapologetic point of the meaning spoken word.