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| You think because he doesn’t love you that you are worthless ... You think that because he doesn’t want you anymore that he is right ... That his judgement and opinion of you are correct ... If he throws you out, then you are garbage ... You think he belongs to you because you want to belong to him ... Don’t ... It’s a bad word, "belong" ... Especially when you put it with somebody you love ... Love shouldn’t be like that ... Did you ever see the way the clouds love a mountain ??? They circle all around it ... Sometimes you can’t even see the mountain for the clouds ... But you know what ??? You go up top and what do you see ??? His head ... The clouds never cover the head ... His head pokes through, because the clouds let him ... They don’t wrap him up ... They let him keep his head up high, free, with nothing to hide him or bind him ... You can’t own a human being ... You can’t lose what you don’t own ... Suppose you did own him ... Could you really love somebody who was absolutely nobody without you? You really want somebody like that ??? Somebody who falls apart when you walk out the door ??? You don’t, do you ??? And neither does he ... You’re turning over your whole life to him ... Your whole life, girl ... And if it means so little to you that you can just give it away, hand it to him, then why should it mean any more to him ??? He can’t value you more than you value yourself ... ~ Song of Solomon (Chapter 13) .by.. Toni Morrison ... Art by Rajesh Shah |
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Friday, 8 July 2011
He can’t value you more than you value yourself ... ~ Song of Solomon (Chapter 13) .by.. Toni Morrison ...
Tuesday, 7 June 2011
How fair and pleasant you are from The Song of Solomon
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| How fair and pleasant you are, O loved one, delectable maiden! You are stately as a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters. I say I will climb the palm tree and lay hold of its branches. Oh, may your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the scent of your breath like apples, and your kisses like the best wine that goes down smoothly, sliding over lips and teeth. ~ The Song of Solomon 7:6-9 |
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