I gave my heart to humanity
To my lord
I'm not perfect, but what does it mean to not be perfect
I remain celibate
No man broke my walls
I'm not perfect In the sense that I'm just like everyone else
I can get emotional
I get tired, stressed and fed up
God is with me when I'm alone and I'm crying
My solitude is beautiful
I never complain about it
Working is amazing and who should complain
We are wired since kids
6 hours a day for 11 years
Then back and forth between uni and college
Making our minds up because not everyone does 9-5
We get gossiped about because we are loud and we are loved by so many people
The energy is high and we are incredible people
I learned how to love my fiery self even if people don't
They judge without even knowing my life
If I sat and told you my story
Some people were tearing up
Thinking how did a sensitive person make it this far?
I couldn't do it without God's help