Poetry Lounge: Everything in Me

A poem that helped me heal...

he took everything from me

he took everything from me!

Sometimes we find ourselves losing our strength

 at the expense of another’s satisfaction

soothing a strange addiction 

But that didn’t hit me until I hit him dead in the face.

What is wrong with me? 

I have everything.

God literally equipped me with everything

Call it that act right, and I want it.

Forgive me, 

I don’t pray but my hands only serve with the intentions of love

And deep down I know my human existence caters to the responsibility of love

World love, black love

I’ve been acting right.

So right, so tight that you cannot break us apart.

Maybe not now but soon all the unseen will be replenished

And when the universe is finished you will have nothing.

Nothing in remembrance of your soul.

For the lies you have told make Him unhappy.

Uneasy.

And The Almighty hates feelin “uneasy”

Sew. Sew. Sew.

Reap. Reap. Reap.