05 25 2018

ย My mind cannot retrace,

All of the things I’ve misplaced,

Staying a leg up – in this infinite cardiac race.

The memories I cannot contain,

At the utter of the name,

Of the lame who couldn’t tame the mane I’ve became.


Inevitably, I replay,

All the shit he used to say,

How his lips would part and the melodies would play.

Serenaded and swooned,

Amused and confused,

See I was the one whose ego would bruise.

This love cruise,

How the boat would sway.

Oh how damn good he was with the roles he played.

An Artist, the best in his craft,

For years this cruise would last,

And then ,

Theyโ€™d ask why Iโ€™m so quick to spazz,

Not knowing I wasnโ€™t fast,


I guess I never could be ,

See I assumed I was being courted;

Naive to the fact he was a clown impersonating a King.

By Orisha Sevyn

Divine Spirit | Mother | BS | MBA HR + PA | Spiritual Leader | Greetings! I am here to speak my truth & resonate w/ those who need a little Moore guidance. ๐Ÿฆ‹โœจ

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