Ode to Jah

2 weeks
makes the soul weak
my feet are ashame
I look to the mirror but she is to scared to speak my name
reaching for her as she turns away
please wont you just stay
confusion sets in as everyone declares an end
she hits the ground as the tears pour out her eyes
she looks around to see whom she will call
picking up her ipod … she slowly places it down
no one is left in this town
crawling on her knees she starts for the door
until the woman who claims to be her super hero stops her
she reaches out her hand and she grabs it with a scent of hope in the air
reaching for her hand but instead she snatches her up by her hair
and bashes her very existence
now stanched with defeat
she rise to her feet
" mascara creates a dark ocean and i dive awaiting the bottom
ripping my heart out my chest i place it on the shelf to collect dust if it must
the realization of the end has set in ’’
and she is tired of running this race but the smile on her face hides it all
with every step she is beginning to fall
and you know just when she begins to love
she is told she is wrong
and he no longer wants to play along
she cringes as the weight holds her down
but pride pulls her head high and drys her eyes for the sunlight
just incase they swing by and get a glimpse
they will not see her lip quiver or shoulders shiver
all those shots are speaking to her liver
and she has entered a new world that accepts her scares
they turn her beauty into flaws
she has let them rent room in her head
and she is on the edge ready to jump and never land
she has dishonored every man ever known
the phone rings and he calls her beautiful through the speaker phone
her pen reaches her hand
and she begins to write to get it all out
she refuses to stop until its all out
“im tired of falling for the wrong shit. fell in love with a moment thats not meant.
gaining sex leaving a friendship
the power of pussy traces your lips
as you slowly dip
each stroke chokes the dreams of something to start
but how dare you ask someone to hold your hand let alone your heart
giving away the only thing sacred
so now your body is just a hit
and the run is next
so dont you dare let your head drop
no matter what they fed you
you knew the ending from th beginning”
but she cant even be real with herself
she is alone
no mother
no father
no one to bother to ask if she is okay
shes been sinning so long shes afraid to go home
to him
to God
But If She Doesnt She Will Soon No Longer Live Her Own Life
And Its Not Right For An Angel To Walk Her Days In Hell
So She Yells
As She Frees Herself…Well…. From Herself
Reaching Back On The Shelf And Placing Her Heart Back In Her Chest
This Is Just A Test
The Testimony Is Just A Corner Away
So She Shall Continue To Rise Until It Graces Her Face To Face
-Poet 92

Ode to Jah

Jahmeka J

Joined February 2010

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