1 0 1 1

I stand in the mirror and smile

Man, my parents made a beautiful child

I hope you can stay for awhile

So I can break down the file

That contains all the miles

On his car

As I dash

Oh Jas

Jasmine if we not cool

I’m not even tryna be rude

But my overly Feminine attitude

Seduces the views

Words so misconstrued

Screwed him crazy

Sun kissed


The keys of my piano

He plays me

& Oh baby

I tend to say things

That make him rise

Hypnotized & disguised

9 of Cups energy

Consider myself the prize


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. 🦋✨

Leave a Reply

%d bloggers like this: