Poem: The Most High God

Photo credit: Cassidy Mills

So you played me as a fool;

But the Most High God rule:

So you think I need to be school,

With your low vibration I think;

That is uncool:

Lord, thank you, protect, humble,

Empower me, and separate me,

From those in secrets, who intimidate,

Watch, drain, and see me as a peril,

And someone else nincompoop.

Empress Journee