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.
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