Soul Sisters

I know a lot of girls. A lot of girls.
Pretty girls. Sexy girls. Lovely girls.
Shapely girls. Courageous girls. Intelligent girls.
And they find these men. These angry men.
Sad men. Mean men. Cruel men. Emotionally lost men.

And they fall. Or at least they think so.
They think they fall. They think it's love.
It's the fools gold of love. It's lust.
Or the need-to-be-loved-so-badly-they-accept-a-fake.

And we all have made bad decisions.
And I say, "Hey soul sister. Love yourself. Be kind.
Don't expect him to make you happy. Don't want him to be super human.
Sugar. Bear. He can't solve all your Daddy-didn't love me enough-issues.
It's not his job to fix you."
And they give me a blank stare.
And they're young. And they don't realize that happiness is an inside job.
And that what he can give is only a smidgen, a bit, a portion of what makes you...you.

Be whole, sister. Be you, friend. Be happy, love.
Then this man, this kind,
this joyful, this open to loving you man will exist.
And oh my, do they exist.
Like unicorns in a forest. Not a myth. Not at all.
They're real. But you gotta get real first.
Be open. Be kind. Be patient. Be real. No games.

Godspeed loves.