There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love. -1 John 4:18
I smell it, and it pleases me.
Pleases me to know that you’re human, like me!
Shows me how flawed you are, like me!
You want an anchor, like me!
I smell it the fear, and it pleases me.
Your body reeks of battle scars (Bwar! Bwar! Bwar!)
and I like to see that Braveheart in you.
Your body reeks, and it pleases me.
Now, come to papi and lemme clean that blood with peroxide
(not the cheap one, but the big one that bubbles with sprinkles)
and kiss you on the forehead with new baby clothes.
Your body reeks, and it pleases me.
Stop the crying! for I can breathe
the same air that you can breathe.
Fear itself- oh, come on! Who told you those stupid lies-
horrible, tremendous, stupid lies?
Puh-lease! If that were true, you wouldn’t be here!
Fear was born out of you,
fear was the catalyst that made you move.
So come and give your papi a hug,
and go strut your heart to the world.
I know your faith,
and I know you’re afraid,
so one of them must pave your way.
Just abide in your words,
and I’ll abide in your heart.