Island Soul City Dreams

I love New York, but my heart has a Caribbean beat. It pulsates to the traditions of my people. Attuned to the rhythms of this City, I stay West Indian to the bone. I reflect. I analyze. I speak my mind. ~ I Keep it Irie ~

He’s Over Me

lion 1

I lost the power.

Until this moment

I never realized.

For so long,

I had him wrapped

Around my finger,

All I had to do

Was say the word,

Call the shot,

And he obeyed.

That was the type

Of bond that existed

Between us,

One where he’d do

Anything to please me;

I’d do anything to keep

Him under my spell,

He knew this too.

But he said no matter

How hard he tried,

He was helpless

When it came to me,

That he could never

Get the upper hand,

Couldn’t turn off

His emotions,

That he could not let go.

Well, must have

Been some kind of

Divine intervention,

Because these days

He’s deaf to my calls,

His heart hardened

To my pleas,

It’s like to him I’m dead,

Just like the love

We once shared,

Just like the power

I have over him.

~ by Maquita “Queenie” Peters

~ I Keep it Irie ~

For Lion Heart.

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