Whenever I got lonely, or needed some advice, he gave me his shoulder, his words were very nice…

I picks my friends, like I picks my fruit,
and granny told me that when I was only a youth,
I, don’t walk around trynna be what I’m not,
I don’t waste my time trynna get what you got.
I work at pleasing me, cause I can’t please you,
and that’s why, I do what I do,
My soul flies free like a willow tree…

Fruit…

He brought so much excitement to my day.  Spending hours in my cypher, he began to write poems, inspired by the way my mind floated.  He remained untainted by false profits, and listened to the elders.  He meant what he said.  He said, he’d see me through my healing.  He was strong.  He needed me, just as I needed him, sustained by my unpredictable existence, he levitated in the walls that I cultivated- orange and red hues, with yellow overtones.  My creations empower.   I am the water bearer, the loyal one.  Blossoming spirit, they desire, but I chose  him.  I swallowed his insecurities, and I deciphered his anger.  He gave to me purely, without expectations.

I am Shila Iris, life-sustaining…

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One thought on “Whenever I got lonely, or needed some advice, he gave me his shoulder, his words were very nice…

  1. Hi Shila,
    Are you living in Columbus now? If so how are things going? I love the weather down there, where are you staying? Where are you working? Just checking in on you.
    Sincerely,
    Lara Wright-Bey
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