When the Jonesin’ is Over

I was a jonesin’ amorphism of blues that needed to be made news.
I once knew his name though all I now have are the remnants of a being used.
Oh the eyes they danced but the candor came at me as slander, one lie then he’d cry.
I held to GOD’s trust to not die or allow love’s flower to wilter.
I’ll do better than quill a forgive.
Though he narrowly set me aflame.
I’ll not barter or give too much away as the hours draw me near to deflate the jeers many have exclaimed while trying to hail the male’s refrain.
I walk alone, no king next to my throne.
Red Sonja, I got one up on you…GOD.
He took care of self now I take care of me in the tradition of my Father, gladly.
Queen by birthright. Knocked around but not down.

by Jerriè McGill

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About St. Rev. Jerriè McGill

I'm a devout Christian Saint, Prophet, and Minister lady who loves the LORD. I'm also a writer, singer, composer, and visionary. I aspire to be like my Holy Father, an angel. I'm a Holy Roller Stomper, quite serious, yet joyful of my True Father's Heavenly work. I'm a graduate of Georgia Southern University and have a Bachelor of Science degree in Justice Studies. I reside in Atlanta, GA.
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