Ms. Grippy

1. Things end, and that’s okay.

2. Tough times are temporary.

3. The story of progress has never been linear.

4. Trust your intuition.

5. Anchor yourself in what you can control.

6. Never give up on yourself.

They see the height, the broad back, the stride,

a king in his stance, but never inside.

Locs flowing like roots deep in the earth,

but who sees the man, who sees his worth?

Six-foot-three, built like a shield,

but even steel longs to be healed.

Not just by hands that crave and take,

but by a heart that knows what’s at stake.

I don’t want just bodies, fleeting and cold,

I want a love that never grows old.

A touch that speaks, soft and true,

a hand to hold when the skies turn blue.

I want whispers, forehead kisses, late-night talks,

fingers tracing dreams as we take slow walks.

Not just heat, but warmth that stays,

not just nights, but lifelong days.

See me past the surface, past the frame,

love the soul, not just the name.

Because even giants need a place to rest,