A Poesy With Moesy: Volume 6

Morgan Barnes
Aug 28, 2022
3 min read

Wassup, y'all ?! It's ya girl Moe The Majestic, Lady M.C., Mula Moe, Mo Money Mo Problems; and I'm back with another poem fa y'all!

Chile, normally I be apologizing to y'all for not posting but here lately, a bih been consistent af! I'm hella proud of myself for being able to be vulnerable, creative and expressive through my craft. So, without further ado; let's get into it!

Just to give y'all some background on this poem, my summer was wild af and the only way ya girl could get her frustration out was to write. In fact, this is the longest poem I've ever written.

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING POEM CONTAINS PROFANITY AND DISCUSSES TOPICS OF MENTAL AND SPIRITUAL HEALTH!!

Untitled Number Two (A Quiet Storm)

By: Moe The Majestic

Lately, My heart has been troubled and my mind has been puzzled...

You see, this bitch life got hands...

Life shoveled a great struggle that humbled my mutha fuckin' ass!

A struggle that forced me to stumble and made my heart and emotions crumble while that hoe named life sits in my face and chuckles at my snuffed struggle forcing the trouble in my heart and the puzzling of my mind to double.

Without that spark in my heart and that fiery rumble in my gut, I started to feel stuck...

Stuck in an inescapable rut that makes me want to shut everything and everyone else out.

So, now that I feel stuck in this abrupt, rut all I truly feel is disgust

Disgust from my gut that cuts so deeply and makes me feel spiritually corrupt.

Now not knowing how to conduct myself in my own skin, I now have to construct a mask that cannot be touched

A mask that leaves my skin flushed

A mask that covers all blemishes and hides all that I suppress

A mask that seems so real even I have to double back.

But you see, with this mask; nobody can tell what I lack.

You could never tell by the way I act but, I feel like my mental health is under attack.

So every single day, I wear this mask with cracks just to cover my tracks...

I've learned how to do it with tact to the point of it being a life-hack.

Nevertheless, I ask my Higher Power one simple request... To simply help me progress so I can climb to my success

Positive copping skills are all I wish to posses because Gah Damnit, I'm tired of being stressed!

I must confess that its sometimes hella hard for me to express the things that weigh so heavily on my chest because when it comes to emotions, I easily suppress my mess.

I know it can be a lot to digest and I'm not in the business of making folks depressed so, I shrink and compress my emotions and my mask.

But, today is a new day! I decided to say "fuck this shit, bitch you better be brave!"

I chose a brighter path with bigger waves and sun rays.

Choosing to no longer be enslaved but choosing to express gratitude for the roads that my ancestors paved.

I guarantee you hoes finna be shocked and amazed!

Get ready to marvel in the gift that is worthy to be praised.

Y'all finna see exactly who Sheila & T-Bone raised...

It is finally the unfazed, Divine Dimes Time

And I'm coming for errthang that's mine!!