Most Greatest: A Poem
She’s my most precious prize and my greatest irritation.
Oxymoronic, no, just what nature wrought.
You know, the aftermath of disobedience.
Credence given, this off balanced system.
Righteousness pleads for a soul in need.
Heavy the weight, only if chosen to carry.
Redemption’s nigh, How to surrender?
History holds, a compressive force, this nature.
Yet, love.
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Before you give him your body…
Ask spirit what he’s really carrying.
Because lust can dress like love when discernment goes dim.
🕯️ Your grandmother didn’t wait for red flags.
She had Psalms.
She had dreams.
She had fire.
In Hoodoo, intimacy isn’t just physical — it’s spiritual access.
And not every man comes to build.
Some come to bind. To drain. To distract.
Test his spirit before you open your womb.
🖤 Echoes of Hoodoo presents: A Divine Feminine Protection Rite from the Womb Wisdom Series.