The Changing Woman - Egypt English - Self Love

The Changing Women

I would like to believe that I am indeed the same woman who began this particular LoveTrip three years ago, but the woman I have become and she who I am ever-becoming will not allow me to be so complacent.

See, although my core has surely remained the same—all around it has metamorphosed.

Love your transformation mis andestagōnwa!

—♥Egypt

 

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Faux Fur

My fur be faux ’cause I found no need to kill for warmth—we have been graced with the rise of comforts, namely pushbutton heat.

I pay no blood price.

You will not catch me trapping rabbits for fashion, ‘cuz like my diamonds I clean no blood from knives for a good show.

You may spy me in authentic fur—genuine leather maybe,

but know it’s been recycled, thrifted, hand-me-downed or gifted, and to the dear creature who has sacrificed most I offer no price, but many meditations well paid.

You will see me here or there my crown ‘dorned full and gratefully feathered, be kin to know they have long since been pluck from vintage wings, cast down from the plumes of one who still soars the skies or pulled from a shelf of manufactured plumage.

Still, you will not find me cursing the man who captures the doe, or the woman who glistens like pressure crafted stars from a laboring man’s land—no, ‘for every life has a price to pay, every bird a good song—and we all have a measure of heart, no one being’s strummings lesser or grander than the next.

Alhamdulillah

—♥E

 

 

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We Never Tangle Perfectly — Love Advice Sex Advice

We never tangle perfectly—no such thing.

It takes two they say to tangle. By law, the latter manifests a perfect imperfection—and in love no thing is wrong because all moves toward a beautiful righteousness. There are days we creak, some we crack, others we go and we go on and on. Heat. No cares for gas and electric bills. The entire house transforms into our playground, something like a speedway—no restrictions, but every round is practice—most end in untamable laughter, involuntary exhales, untranslatable words.

 

—♥S. Marie

 


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Winter Coats

They keep us warm, shield us from the extreme temperature changes—but I’m burning on the inside.

here and there, you just gotta toss the faux to the snow leave it for the deer to trample, and when they stampede

at the change of season, upon your return take up your fringe and run with them.

—Dance of the woman with 3 left feet

 

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Risque Images of Careless Creatures

By: Frank May
“remnants of a 2013” – Instagram @KingFrankMay

We found the break in the fence and we escaped. I was never the herding type and He became a pro at swimming upstream             long before he knew of my existence. We are the raw fruit in a kitchen filled with canned goods.           He is my shepherd in the night and I am his

by day—‘fore I found no shame in my nudity, and He’d sworn his allegiance

to a  GθD who has no name. 


2015
EGYPT ENGLISH

© E. ENGLISH PUBLISHING GROUP

 

 
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Milk and Cookies - Egypt English - King Frank May LoveTrips™ the BLOG - Relationship Love Advice

Milk and Cookies

The best advice a wombman can receive from her King is “do you—shine your light, be you”

No one can give you power. Sure, many people can give you fabricated keys to operating the vehicle of your life, but only you have what it takes to whip your ride.

Frank allows me” and encourages me to be all of I. He often pushes and pulls me outside of my zones of comfort, and I am always better because of it. I have realized over the years how necessary his motivation has been, so nowadays I am growing more adamant about forcing myself to push and pull beyond my comfort zones. Continue reading “Milk and Cookies”

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I can show better than I can …

…tell you, teach you, guide you, move you, force you.

You remember back in the day when parents would live off of the expressions “I can show you better than I can tell you,” “experience is the best teacher” or “a hard head makes a soft butt”? Truth be told, I know many parents, and many peers who still dance to the rhythm of each. I know I sure do! I can remember Maa saying “do your chores as they are assigned so they don’t pile up.” Well, we all know how that went after postponing them to play outside with friends, watch cartoons, eat a meal or two, twiddle fingers, or do anything and everything to keep from washing those dishes, cleaning your room, sweeping the floors and taking out the trash. By the time you finally got to the dishes that extra meal or so has turned into an extra meal or two per household member, and mother, father, grandma, auntie or other like guardian is staring you down with those “you better get that sh*t done” eyes. If your mom was anything like mine or my grandmas they were steady staring at you with a switch, fly swatter, or leather belt in hand—and you—pouting and moping because your favorite show is on now, bedtime is in an hour, and you can’t get on the phone to talk to your bestie until ALL of your chores are complete. Continue reading “I can show better than I can …”

I provided you help…

When in doubt I consult God.

Many nights I have slumbered in hopes of rising with my clarity—only to wake with more confusion. Often unbeknownst to me, the Almighty has spoken, loud and clear, just not directly to I. So when I take counsel in my King’s light he almost always blesses my spirit with his wisdom, his peace—and in the shallows of his deep, I find my own. Continue reading “I provided you help…”

#rebelflags - Egypt English - Loveologist at LoveTrips— the BLOG

black belts and #rebelflags | Things my Didd’a Taught Me.

I stomped a child out on the blacktop back in kindergarten one time ’cause he said that his dad could beat my dad in a Karate match; turned out, his daddy and my daddy were good friends, even taught Karate in the same building for years—knew Karate was more about the ability to harness the power of your own spirit than the like of your two fists or your two feet—had nothing to do with competition because true power was derived from within—the ability to control not your opponent, but yourself—long story short, we are old friends now.

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