March 7, 2021 Possibly Poetry Or Short Story🥳

Undecided 🥶☀️

It’s the act of not knowing

And thinking is a job

Concern in my face is truly showing

Sweat beads are dripping down in globs

I don’t know, I don’t know

A brain freeze , frozen solid

I hope the sun shine down on me 

And thaw out what time did.

-The Ninth Poetess-

A Letter To Satan (Why Warfare? Part Two)🙏🏾

Keep your grummy mitts off me!

Move on with your pathetic soul.

You reminded me of nothing

I’m moving forward with my goals.

I dare you to intercede,

Impede on me indeed

My soul is a happy place

Nowhere near the dark flame

A new voice my body bleeds.

Signaling my smoke so the devil will choke on my bliss

You just mad because your face never graced God’s heavenly kiss

I carry his balm in my heart and it pumps eternity

We all know you ain’t got no sense

If you did you would leave me be.

Stay out the way!

My God and ancestors don’t play.

You’ll never have your way.

Living my brand new life eternally.

-The Ninth Poetess-

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