Disposable

Am I disposable?

Do you see me as some play toy that can be used and then tossed in the trash later?

Is that how I come across in your eyes?

Mhm, I saw myself like that once too.

The difference between you and me is that I now know the truth.

I'm a masterpiece, something to be prized.

Valuable, treasured, irreplaceable.

Disposable, uhuh. Not today devil!

I know my worth and I will never be defined as disposable.

For my heavenly father says I am beautifully and wonderfully made.

I am the head and not the tail.

I am a daughter of the most high God.

Yahweh.

So, you can take the label "disposable" out of your references for me.

-Kadee