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Dear “Mama”


Dear “Mama”…

Were you not appreciated? 

Dear “mama” 

Did you ever believe in karma?

You know you always told me “what goes around comes around”

Did you not believe in that truth? 

How you and everyone knew my destiny 

And took it upon yourself to try and steal my youth? 

While lying and trying to manipulate my story 

Believing in all your dirty deeds 

Realizing to see it didn’t go unpunished 

Planting me in filthy soil 

Never expecting me to grow 

Because you couldn’t 

Were you not appreciated?

Using my gifts to deceive me 

Playing on my emotional depth 

For your own selfish gain

Placing me in your agony 

Just to embody your pain

But ironically all that 

Dirt and grime 

From all your insidious crimes 

Were you not appreciated?

Dear “mama” 

I’ll probably never speak to you again 

But pain and guilt hit different

When you sit with your hidden sins 

I walked in your shoes 

Fear of rejection 

From endless amounts of dusty projections 

I never had the time to know nor innerstand my own reflection 

Because you wanted to embody my essence 

And paint me to be the villain 

But I’m the child, the second of 3 children

The one you’re obsessed with 

Whom you secretly kept hidden

Were you not appreciated? 

The one sent here to help do your healing 

Painted me to be “disrespectful” and “rebellious” 

When there was sheer negligence

Used my heart and emotional intelligence 

For whatever reason 

Treachery and treason 

Placed upon an infant 

Bruising my innocence 

This is why I will forever keep my distance 

Playing God 

To show me where hell is 

To cause many disturbances 

Were you not appreciated?

God advised to “touch not my anointed and do my Prophets no harm” 

You wouldn’t take heed

All because you didn’t receive the “love of your life” 

You dared to expose the darkness inside of me 

That you decided to hide and keep me from me

Afraid to meet your darkness so you allowed them to take the lead 

Filled with gluttony such envy and greed

To place me in your reality of strife 

The irony of MY God 

Forging me in your fire, your pits of hell 

You’d stop at nothing to see me burn and fail 

From your preconceived notions and fears 

You kept me isolated to dim my light 

You waged war on me while I was blind 

Made me a secret opponent 

When my hands were tied 

We both know I fought the good fight 

To have my sovereignty and autonomy 

I lost my voice and power 

my benevolent innerG

Because it was being siphoned and drained 

But by the grace of MY God 

None of that sick, twisted and insidious shit 

Left a stain 

Your agony and pain 

Helped me to gain 

Love, the love you never desired for me to feel 

MY love 

Agape, Divine love 

TRUE LOVE 

Self love

The love that helps you to feel then heal…

Dear “mama” 

Were you not appreciated?

Thanks for helping me realize I am no product of YOU 

I am love, compassion and kindness 

You birthed an inspiration

God’s muse 

Dear “mama”

It’s my time to spread my wings 

Go out into the overworld 

To be the light, the illumination 

God’s rare hidden gem 

In plain sight 

I’m forever grateful my soul is bright

Humble beginnings to a prosperous destination 

Dear “mama”

Were you not appreciated?

Maybe in another life you’ll heal

You‘ll innerstand the depths to feel 

Maybe in another life 

You’ll innerstand the depths of being real 

Dear “mama”

Were you not appreciated?

From shared insidious generational trauma 

Finally, in my life there’s no more of YOUR drama

Welcome me to the good life well deserved , now it’s your turn to meet karma 

 

PoeticFlavaaa💋

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