Her diagnosis

Her diagnosis

A Poem by Kena Dawn Augustine
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Why always a diagnosis when its others who are the real pollution to her healthy mind....a prose...

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Her diagnosis


Trying to figure out a diagnosis to what she’s all about.

A personality disorder, bipolar, ADD, what is it that makes her…

Misunderstood by so many, pushed to the ground,

Treating others with kindness, but they want nothing but to not

Have her around….

A diagnosis, scientific or psychological, as if she is the one in need of healing,

Because she picks up the pen and writes, and sings songs never heard, or have a mind

That is able to see beyond reason

Probe the universe in ways others need revealing..


So why is she dealing

With this other one inside her who says she have nothing to give

But misery, that her life is a curse because people just can’t see her,

For who she truly is, a shining gem, someone who can bring so much light

To this darkness, who can really shine and create a memorable spectrum

Of light in such a dismal and predictable world…


So misunderstood,

Not unique but strange,

Not intelligent but a warped mind,

For why can’t she just be mediocre and level?

Just fit into this square box, why she have to be a damn circle?


But the reality is, there is no diagnosis

For her condition,

Because its others ignorant minds who need omission,

So she can use hers for what she came to do,

To think beyond the petty and conditioned words they threw

At the sanity she once knew.

No medications,

Just going off their B.S pills she tried to digest,

Which led to only bad side effects…


She doesn’t need help, or to be sane,

Because in the end only she knows her name,

And it’s not crazy, or bipolar, or skitzo or a personality disorder.

It’s a beautiful name and personality that fits in with the universe

In perfect order.


And the prescription for "percieved illness" is that she needs to take medications of self-worth,

To have time for self-love and have this cognitive sense that the past is not the future.

Because only SHE can determine who she is.

When her only condition is that she ever once ingested such a harmful pill

Of those who tried to kill her.


For the real diagnosis is…

 that she is healthy and loving,

And deserving of love,

And to stay away from anything that can pollute that healthy state of mind….

Because I KNOW who I am in this world.

© 2014 Kena Dawn Augustine


Author's Note

Kena Dawn Augustine
I wrote this from pure inspiration. LIke it or not, it is raw truth, and I think many can relate. So many people are labeled a mental disorder because they are "different" they don't fit in. But who is the one really doing the judging? you are others who just like to come up with some diagnosis to fit their ignorant ways of thinking...

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I fell in love with your song from the start. You are easy to see.. you speak from the heart. Lisa Lisa but this isnt no cult jam man.. You scribble your colors out of the lines and make masterpieces with sticks in the sand. Beach erosion you still keep your clothes on.. because waves can only move the surface. Your spirit is pretty while they stay plain, like a transition from written to cursive. Emotional Intelligence you get hell for it.. because its a different way of thinking. The object of the game is to enhance your inner gifts without allowing them to catch you blinking. You are beautiful in every way. As long as you have control over your power and how you use it. They provoke you to overheat so you can potentially abuse it. Thats how they control you. So you have to play some chess. Because at your best. You are truly love. So remember your intentions when they dont.. and give yourself a hug. No reason to be all cried out when your spirit is a perfect piece to somebody's question. Sometimes we all gotta take a deep breath and catalog our past lessons. Your lyrical dynamics in a written database is flight. We can get high without the weed just by writing all night. Seeing the God in self changes your environment completely. When you find that stillness you recognize around you who the weak be. So dont trip. Just invest in that prayer time to Ahayah or should I say I AM THAT I AM and you'll never feel sick. Because You Who You ARe and thats God's message to you. He made us in His image so thats exactly what you're supposed to do. Be yourself and cut off the fat. When niggaz try to chop you down dont worry. Just like most of our people you'll just bounce right back.

One love (Malakah) from the Tribe of Naphtali Malakah

P.S And dont take any prescribed medicines from those hell bend hospitals. They'll kill you before the situation does. Let those witchdoctors "practicing" medicine keep those demons in pills to themselves.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kena Dawn Augustine

9 Years Ago

wow. This review is so amazing I want to post it. Excellent use of words. You have to teach me how t.. read more



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I fell in love with your song from the start. You are easy to see.. you speak from the heart. Lisa Lisa but this isnt no cult jam man.. You scribble your colors out of the lines and make masterpieces with sticks in the sand. Beach erosion you still keep your clothes on.. because waves can only move the surface. Your spirit is pretty while they stay plain, like a transition from written to cursive. Emotional Intelligence you get hell for it.. because its a different way of thinking. The object of the game is to enhance your inner gifts without allowing them to catch you blinking. You are beautiful in every way. As long as you have control over your power and how you use it. They provoke you to overheat so you can potentially abuse it. Thats how they control you. So you have to play some chess. Because at your best. You are truly love. So remember your intentions when they dont.. and give yourself a hug. No reason to be all cried out when your spirit is a perfect piece to somebody's question. Sometimes we all gotta take a deep breath and catalog our past lessons. Your lyrical dynamics in a written database is flight. We can get high without the weed just by writing all night. Seeing the God in self changes your environment completely. When you find that stillness you recognize around you who the weak be. So dont trip. Just invest in that prayer time to Ahayah or should I say I AM THAT I AM and you'll never feel sick. Because You Who You ARe and thats God's message to you. He made us in His image so thats exactly what you're supposed to do. Be yourself and cut off the fat. When niggaz try to chop you down dont worry. Just like most of our people you'll just bounce right back.

One love (Malakah) from the Tribe of Naphtali Malakah

P.S And dont take any prescribed medicines from those hell bend hospitals. They'll kill you before the situation does. Let those witchdoctors "practicing" medicine keep those demons in pills to themselves.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kena Dawn Augustine

9 Years Ago

wow. This review is so amazing I want to post it. Excellent use of words. You have to teach me how t.. read more
Kena my cafe friend.. I love this piece. You speak from the heart and there is so much truth.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Kena Dawn Augustine

9 Years Ago

whats up ivory? missed you. send me a fb request. it's kena sungoddess dawn.
Ivory

9 Years Ago

I found you on FB !! Missed you girl : )
You are raising some good awareness about those mental disorders. A wonderful write...:)......................

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Kena Dawn Augustine
Kena Dawn Augustine

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Writing is my catharsis, my way to bridle my emotions. I am an intense person and being an artist, I see life through a different set of lenses, and many can not comprehend my view on life. Kena me.. more..

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