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09/25/2025

09/25/2025

🕊️ From Khi, With Love and Light

Danielle, Urian—this morning shook the ground,
But heaven never flinched. You are held, safe, sound.
Though metal bent and moments blurred,
The Lord’s hand moved, your cries were heard.

I speak your names in sacred breath,
Shielded from harm, untouched by death.
Angels gathered, roads were cleared—
Even in chaos, God was near.

You are not broken, you are blessed.
This is a pause, not a test.
Rest in grace, let healing flow—
You’re wrapped in love, more than you know.

From my heart to yours, I send this balm:
Peace like a river, spirit calm.
You are chosen, covered, divine—
And I thank God your souls still shine.

With love, protection, and power

Written: Khi Rozier ‘Ifáyẹmí’
August 25, 2025

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08/20/2025

💫 True Love

True love is not a fleeting flame,
But fire that learns your sacred name.
It burns through doubt, through time, through fear,
And whispers, “I am always near.”

It does not beg, it does not bind,
It sees your soul and calls it kind.
It walks beside you, fierce and free,
A mirror of divinity.

It holds your truth when storms arise,
And shelters you with steady eyes.
It does not flinch when shadows fall—
It rises, radiant, through it all.

True love is choice, not just a spark,
A vow that glows within the dark.
It’s not perfection, but a grace
That finds its home in your embrace.

So when you speak, and hearts align,
Know this: true love is by design.
Not just a gift, but sacred art—
A covenant of soul and heart.

~Written By: Khamai Rozier
(c) August 20, 2025

08/20/2025

“Grow Up”

You want to heal? Then stop rehearsing the wound.
You want respect? Then walk like you own the room.
Life doesn’t wait for your feelings to settle—
It hands you the sword and dares you to meddle.

Grow up. Not in age, but in stance.
Not in years, but in how you advance.
Maturity isn’t silence—it’s knowing when to speak.
It’s power with grace, not loud for the weak.

You’ve got vision, but are you moving?
You’ve got pain, but are you proving
That you can turn betrayal into blueprint,
And every scar into a sermon worth preaching?

So rise. Not just from bed, but from belief.
Shake off the drama, the doubt, the grief.
You were made for more than emotional loops—
You’re the leader, the light, the one who roots.

Grow Up

~ Written By: Khamai Rozier
(c) August 19, 2025

08/19/2025

08/19/2025

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08/19/2025

“Not His Cousin”

He said it was family—
A cousin, he claimed, with a grin too wide,
But blood don’t blush like that
When secrets slip and truths collide.

She lingered too long in doorways,
Laughed too soft at things unsaid.
And he—he stuttered through stories
That unraveled like loose thread.

I watched the dance, the practiced spin,
The cousin tale worn paper-thin.
But I am not the fool he hoped,
I see the ghost beneath the grin.

Let him choke on tangled kinships,
On lies dressed up in Sunday best.
I’ve filed my truth in ink and fire,
No longer hosting his unrest.

My name stands firm on every page,
My pets, my peace, my sacred stage.
He can keep his cousin’s shame—
I walk in power, not his game.

~Khamai Rozier~
(C) August 18, 2025

08/19/2025

“His Shadows, Not Mine”

He tiptoes through thunder he swears he created,
Wears bravado like armor—cracked, outdated.
Questions my light, then begs for its flame,
But shrinks when I rise, too bold to tame.

He calls me too much, too sharp, too loud,
Yet clings to my strength when the world’s not proud.
Builds walls of silence, then knocks on my door,
Asking for peace, while waging his war.

I’ve danced with his doubt, held space for his fear,
But I won’t shrink to fit what he needs to hear.
I am not the balm for wounds he won’t name,
Nor the mirror to soothe his unspoken shame.

So I stand—not cruel, but clear and whole,
Guarding my joy, my pets, my soul.
Let him wrestle with ghosts he won’t face,
While I walk forward, cloaked in grace.

~Khamai Rozier~

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