Now that my eyes are open,

I was actually hoping,

We could discuss my token,

Which seems to be broken,

Since my mind youโ€™ve now opened.

I was so caught up on ego stroking,

Only hoping,

No more moping,

From past promises broken,

& Iโ€™m so sorry,

I broke it .

The pretty Jasmine you grew in your mind.

Now the honest truth of me,

Some scents you now know,

That every petal on this flower that glitters ainโ€™t gold.

We both ignored the signs,

Began to consume too much of my time,

From me trying to identify,

A non emotional cocky reply.

When I try to deny how high,

I fly,

Because I wanted to shelter the part of your ego,

Which fueled โ€œThat Guyโ€.


I shouldโ€™ve figured,

When his figures weren’t prioritized,

Blindly I heard the truth,

The whispers,

Their lips loose,

How dare he not notice the masterpiece I was becoming to be?

It’s because he wanted to lock me down,

So I quickly broke free.

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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