Blessed One

Do you feel your heart beating

At the center of pressed lungs?

Your former friends…

Thought you stopped breathing

 

They talk be hide your back

And speak ill of you for no reason

They change faces like watercolors

And switch up facades like Chicago seasons

So when you wake up from sleeping

Don’t believe them

 

The power of life and death lies in the tongue

Rise like creme! You ain’t done

Screw what they think

You’re a blessed one

 

Love always, Esha <3