Free flowing

Free flowing

A Poem by Jada Johnson

happiness feels like its   

miles away. 


forever wondering 

who will be there. 

is it too much to ask for?

so genuine,  so pure. 

a young poet, 

trying to make a difference 

in this world. 

art is my cure, 

I’ll never detour. 

compelled to save my soul, 

forever woke. 


the people seem to be lacking. 

I am me, 

so it hurts when I have to mask it. 

who are you? 

too impatient to figure out 

what makes you, you. 

I'm tired, 

and still got a whole lot of s**t to do. 

lets just cut ties, 

why should I wait around for you? 

god replaces and removes. 

I’ll hold myself down, 

different day, same views. 

I'm supposed to be treasured and loved, 

heaven-sent from above. 

until my king arrives, 

I'm sick of love. 

I’ll run my course, 

and do what I do best. 

what more is there to express? 

this was such a release, 


I’ll be at peace. 

© 2020 Jada Johnson

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Life is always teaching us.
"I'm sick of love.
I’ll run my course,
and do what I do best.
What more is there to express?
This was such a release,
I’ll be at peace."
I understand the above lines. All of us hope for a safe and sound landing. Thank you Jada for sharing your amazing words and thoughts.

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Added on October 1, 2019
Last Updated on June 27, 2020


Jada Johnson
Jada Johnson

Toronto, Canada

"where the title meets the ending" I'm open to well-intentioned reviews and id be more than willing to give you that in return. also i do not give consent for my work to be copied. thank.. more..