In·se·cu·ri·ty
/ˌinsəˈkyo͝orədē/
noun
uncertainty or anxiety about oneself; lack of confidence.
Melody Carter is a shy, multiracial girl with many insecurities and no confidence. Ever since her ex-boyfriend, Jaylen raped her when she was 15; she bec...
Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your own ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight. Proverbs 3:5-6
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As I was listening to music in the background, I lose touch with my words... I lost the way I use to write, the way I express the way I feel. I have so many things to say, so many things that I have in mind that I want to write, but they refuse to come out. My ideas are shut out, no way to find itself out to reveal my expression. And yet my progression is not a success. Since my mind is on a break, I get myself ready for church. I say my prayers, fix my bed, then go downstairs to eat breakfast.
"Morning Mom, Morning Dad ." I kiss both of their cheeks. "How did you guys sleep?"
Mom: "Morning sweetie, I slept great. How about you?"
Dad: "Morning baby girl, I slept good, baby girl."
"I slept like a baby."
Mom: "That's good. You want scrambled eggs with boiled cut plantains?"
"Yes please, thank you, mom."
Mom: "You're welcome, baby."
Lisa: "Good morning my beautiful family."
"Morning lee."
Dad: "Morning baby."
Mom: "Morning sweetie."
Josh: "Morning guys."
"Morning J."
Josh: "Sup?"
After we all said "good morning" and "how we sleep" to each other, dad prayed for the food, we ate our breakfast, then we all wash dishes and went to our rooms to get ready for church.
Later in church...
When the world looks at me I wonder what they see Underneath these eyes Oh, smiles masquerade as pain And grow up to be shame Then leave me with a lie know they, they don't see my flaws Or these hidden scars And all the mess I've made Oh, so don't, don't let Sunday fool ya Here's my hallelujah Every single day, I'm running to Your graceI'm tired of this dirty heart That keeps our world apart I need Your loving fire (need Your loving fire) And even in these church clothes I can't dress up my soul To be free is my desireI'm so far from where they think I am But when I raise my hands I'm reaching out for life Oh, so don't, don't let Sunday fool ya Here's my hallelujah Every single day, I'm running to Your grace I know they, they don't see my flaws Or these hidden scars And all the mess I've made Oh, so don't, don't let Sunday fool ya Here's my hallelujah Every single day, I'm running to Your grace running to Your grace Oh, I need it every day
