Dear Husbae
I had a conversation with my heart
I wanted to know when the first break was
Was it the rape, rejection or molestation that set in
Maybe it was the abandonment that had
Blue clouds painted like an ombre fade to black
I feel jacked up that dating is not in my vocabulary
Carry me off into the sunsets?
Nah, I don’t do that princess shit
Marry me off like Juliet
I’d rather wake up than die like Romeo
Loow mi tho
Cause it’s a process
Less the dramatics
I truly am a love fanatic
My love lives in the attic
I’m mindful
That the tempo of love
Matches the rhythms of my feet
Meet me at the altar
We chanting freedom, freedom, freedom without falter
Love me till I fall back without fear
Rear view mirror of that dumb love
Begging for some love
Getting that tough love
Loving that clean love
Wanna be seen love
No longer a dream love
Don’t want nobody mean love
Craving that Jesus love
Undeserving but serving a greater purpose
It’s so worth it to give in
To love you despite your sin
Unlocking your false truths
Dispelling all lies
When I look into your eyes I fall deep into comfort
Yeah there’s some hurt, but it’s healing
I’m feeling like success is ours for the making
Taking vows of honesty and gratitude
Love me rude
Tickle me with your time
Awaken my taste buds with your words
Unlock my mind and drain my heart
Life’s issues flow while it’s sustained by purity
When you’re with me I am protected
I neglect inner voices that say this isn’t real
Steal away my insecurity as I build up my confidence
Gone are dense moments
Tense comments that offend, twist and miscue
Beautiful loyalty and my heart’s message: that I love you
Sue me if I don’t do what I’m making a promise to do
Dear husband, this is my love letter to you
Reflection & Context
This piece was written in the space between broken patterns and holy desire — where the heart begins to tell the truth about its wounds while also daring to hope for a love that is safe, faithful, and rooted in God. It reflects the process of tracing pain back to its origin, naming it without letting it define the future.
It carries the longing for a love that does not repeat trauma, but redeems it. A love that is not built on fantasy, but on freedom, honesty, and spiritual covering. This poem is the voice of a woman no longer begging for affection, but preparing her heart for covenant — one that mirrors the way Christ loves: patiently, purely, and without fear.
Reflection Prompt
What patterns is your heart being invited to release in order to make room for a love that is safe and true?
What would it look like to let your definition of love be shaped by healing instead of history?
Original Performance
This piece was originally performed as part of the Lips & Poetry series, where spoken word meets lived experience. Watch the original recording below to hear the rhythm, breath, and emotion that first carried these words.