People want a piece of me and when I tell them they can’t have a piece, they call me selfish. People want a piece of me and when I deny them to protect my heart, they don’t understand that they’re the very ones I have to protect myself from because if not, they’ll continue to take and never give. They’ll only take from me. They’ll deplete me, leaving me with nothing to give myself. People want a piece of me but don’t want to give anything of themselves in return. Those aren’t people who love. And I’m not talking about dependent children or people with disabilities or special needs to require more. No, I mean able bodied (even that sounds raggedy, what are we calling it now?!) people who will take but never give. People who are the quintessential definition of selfish are too close and can’t see that they’re the problem. People want a piece of me but I want to, and demand to, be whole, just like the Bible says I am.
No longer will I give myself away to people who are underserving, hoping that one day they’ll eventually see my worthiness and treat me better than I treat myself or better yet, like I let them treat me. No longer will I give pieces of myself away and be left torn. No longer will I voluntarily be made damaged or tattered.
I demand wholeness. I am worthy of wholeness. And no longer will I apologize for denying others of my magic. Of my divinity. Of myself.
I love myself like God loves me. Jesus had boundaries, and so do I.
