It took me a long time to embrace my beauty… Ego.
I was using the ego that I thought I didn’t have.
I was using my true self.
Its all role play when you think back at it, and you laugh because that which you perceive is real.
Seems to be a part in some soap opera.
It seems oblivious.
Lugubrious.(Thank you Mommy)
Why ask to be great when you already are?
I admire Jamaican women.
They embody confidence. Divine Feminine.
Knowingness and knowing is nothing at all.
When I Dj’d in Jamaica they named me Empress E
Because they could remember my real name.
The name it self implies to me something foreign which was hard for me to grasp but now I fully understand the weight it carries.
Is this ego.
Is it real?
To you it is so it will be.