I

Love

What

I

Love.

What

do

you

Love?

I

Believe

in

you.

I believe in many things.

Seen many things.

Had many life experiences.

This is a form of programming.

If

you

don’t

see

me.

Getting ride

of

programming

Nothing

to

tell.

I like to try new things.

What if I told you that I love you because I understand you. I know how you feel. Lost.

I’ve been finding things and losing things too.

I’ve been experiencing things and loving life. I have been loving life.

I’ve found love for simplicity and suddulty.

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.

Fearlessness.

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.

When did it turn from

a vacation

into a repeated listen

Why did I have to travel

so far to find you

to be reborn in my own truth

No rest for the guilty mind

when I move

afraid that I’ll do something

you don’t approve

Afraid of being abused

so you just misuse

Afraid of losing something

good

so you do no good

Spend so much time thinking

what you gonna do

and it doesn’t look like your doing anything

but really do it for you

This is getting old

This is not cute

Get high out of our minds

That’s what you think you’re supposed

to do?

 

He wants you all for himself

because you are his drug

He wants you all for himself

because you are his drug

He’s afraid to let the people

down

But not afraid to drown himself

with his made up self

and then complain about things

he could’ve done himself

Too young to know NO

Too caught up to realize that

this is getting old

He says he wishes we were

the same age

He says he’s going to buy

me a bigger booty and

breast too

But if this is Love I would

change my behavior and

not the body that came to you

Poor House

Poor Car

Poor Fan too

If you use me

too hard

It will be poor me too

But what is life without

a constant rush

a constant thrill

But what a  thrill

if you can’t control your

will

Constantly looking

But never seeing what’s real

Now I only glimpse

What I saw when I

First met you