If You Want to Test These Waters

I am an entire library—
hardcover wisdom, annotated truths,
first editions of survival,
volumes bound in scar, silk, and victory.
Every chapter cites resilience.
Every footnote is a prayer that turned into a plan.

I carry archives you can’t Google,
ancestral files stamped and sealed,
a whole collection of viable assets
with no liability attached—
credit score of the spirit impeccable,
The interest rate on my boundaries is sky-high.

So come—
If you want to test these waters.
But understand:
I am made of tide and tempest,
holy rage and holy calm,
liquid moon and molten earth.
I shift like the sea,
but I scorch like the sun.
I am flame-washed water
and water-fed fire—
Take notes before you enter.

I paid my debts in full—
receipts alphabetized, catalogued,
and laminated for clarity.
Every lesson, every heartbreak,
every betrayal turned inheritance—
settled.
Closed.
Stamped: PAID with a flourish.

So play games elsewhere.
Truly.
Go find a playground, a sandbox,
a place where your shadowboxing might matter.
Because here—
in this house of healed architecture,
this temple of well-lit truth—
I don’t offer space for anyone
who confuses my softness for vacancy.

I am a fully furnished fortress,
a penthouse of self-worth,
a luxury suite of unshakeable knowing.
I stand on marble conviction
with a chandelier of ancestral light
swinging above my crown.

And yes, I say it with poise—
hips steady, chin lifted,
voice like velvet-wrapped thunder.
Because confidence is not noise;
It is a frequency.
And baby, I hum at a vibration
you don’t stumble into by accident.

So understand me clearly—
I am timeless,
borderless,
untouchable in the ways that matter.
Not because I am guarded,
but because I am grounded.
Not because I am hard,
but because I am whole.

If you want to test these waters,
know they have healed warriors
and swallowed fools.
They rise for the worthy
and retreat from the unready.

I am an ocean with a pulse,
a flame with memory,
a library with infinite editions.

Approach with respect.
Or don’t approach at all—

-Sherley Delia

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