11:23 PM

I spray Febreeze,

To create sort of an ease,

Because the weak may sneeze,

Grandparents may wheeze,

While I stand in rotation,

So I can puff puff & pass, please.

My mind is finally at ease,

Been through a bunch of shit you wouldnโ€™t believe,

Spiritual warrior, do you see the badges of honor on my sleeves?

All of my essentials I retrieve,

When itโ€™s deemed time for me to leave,

Crying so hard, itโ€™s difficult to breathe,

But Iโ€™m not one to beg, never been one to plead.

I mean, am I in love?

Have I ever been?

I finally conquered all the land of my forbidden sins.

At the loss of one of my twins,

I felt like it ignited karmic revenge,

As I continued to dope up the syringe.

To shoot up my own lobby,

Toxic cycles became my hobby,

No longer โ€œwhy me?โ€

You can consider me free,

The judge heard my cry & plea,

She judged the situation & it was in favor of me,

Because I finally cleared my karma,

The power on experience number 3.

Big B,

Capital but itโ€™s for Bumble,

Arrogantly humble,

Iโ€™m happy he fumbled,

So now the facade can crumble,

So lifted I stumble,

Are you ready to rumble?

Over the mic he screams,

I thought I was the woman of his dreams?

But when you donโ€™t practice faith, you marry fear,

Sorry for you my Dear,

I release you to make the path clear,

Oh Divine Lover, I am wide open & right here!

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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