Moya Staten

Moya Staten Poems

Did you earn the right to get my love? did you?
Did you earn the right to feel my touch? did you
Did you earn the right to see my soul? did you?
Did you earn the right to hold me? did you?
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When I met you, I didn't know I would see me, my eyes my face, my heart...

When I met you, I felt safe, safe from the world, safe with me..
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I was the Universe, Not the earth,
I was Garden, not a flower, I was an Ocean, not just a Stream
But life has taught me to be small and quiet
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I had a purpose before I was conceived, really doesn't matter who believed,

I had a purpose before you spoke your ugly words,
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Pain, Heartache, sorrows, they never leave me,
I kept seeking happiness, laughter & content, but this is a Daily feat.. is it just me?

Love oh sweet love, where are you? your touch to heal, repair to take my heart out of this despair... Is it just me?
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You awaken my love, with no intention to love me,
You sought after my trust, knowing you are not trustworthy,

You forced my heart open; knowing you would eventually hurt me,
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In the midst of my turmoil, I will stand firm,
My Chaos become my Calm, My Trials my Triumph,
I encourage myself, no matter what I am going through,
My victimization becomes my victory.
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A Heart so big & full of love,
A passion so intense yet as gentle as a dove
Your eyes so Loud it spoke like lips,
A touch so gentle, didn't know it was my gift..
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I wonder what it feels like to be loved beyond explanation,
to be loved so much, you are missed every moment.

I wonder what it feels like to have a lover & a friend.
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They thought I was broken, because they saw my tears
They thought I was broken because of my struggles through the years,
They thought it was over, because I seem broken,
They thought I was broken, because my light went dim,
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My life started in a rut, I had some experiences, I had some trials
I lost my self my sense of being, I lost that spark, I was lost in the dark,

My innocence stolen by trust, my heart ripped out, misguided and unsure,
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Remember when we first hugged, kissed, remember how it felt,
Remember when I told you, you are my first, you had a smile so wide, your"glad bag" burst.

I was just a young girl naive and free, no one really taught me about the birds and the bee.
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Ever feel like you want to run, but, you just can't move your feet, want to scream, but no sound comes from your lips..

Want to even dance but, can't move your hips, you world keeps moving, but you are standing still..
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I could have grown Cold, But I grew Brave,
I could have quit, But, I moved right along,

I could see obstacles, but instead, called them just a rough trail,
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The first time you saw me.
My breath caught in my throat when I looked up at you from across the room…
Your eyes widened with an appreciation, admiration and with such a curiosity that I'd never seen before, but they held me there, softly, tenderly.
I realized at that moment how vulnerable of a position we were putting ourselves in, my face reflected everything back to you at that moment.
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Moya Staten Biography

I am 39 years old, I am what you would call an enigma, I exist mainly in my head. I wasn't one to sit still for long. I am swift-footed and a bundle of energy, both physically and mentally, and that pretty much sums up my makeup. My brain is in overdrive most of the time, which is why I tend to get so much done. I am also a great communicators and use my mental acuity to maximum advantage. All of this brainpower can make me prone to skepticism, and can even lead to the kind of over-think that surely leads to overkill. Thankfully, though, I am also a studious person and can temper my worst impulses with a bit of careful analysis. I enjoy studying a situation in great detail, whether it's a work project or a friendship. I am truly interested in understanding things. My bane of many is the perfectionism that can get in the way of my usual clear thinking. 'I'm not a perfectionist; I'm discriminating! 'that what I would say, happy in the knowledge that my taste is unparalleled. Along those lines, I am also neat and clean, and I am also reliable and practical and oh-so-useful to have around.)

The Best Poem Of Moya Staten

Did You Earn The Right..

Did you earn the right to get my love? did you?
Did you earn the right to feel my touch? did you
Did you earn the right to see my soul? did you?
Did you earn the right to hold me? did you?

You walked in my life and took root like you've earned it, or like you belonged there!
I have earned nothing you have, not you much-less your love! , did I?

Hopeless Dreams, empty promises, just to prove I meant something.. to you.. to me!
My Pain, did I earned it, Love I deserved it, Companionship I desired it!

I love unconditionally, get hurt consistently, Did I earn that? What have I earned? My sanity, self love, my children, my life!
No more request for Validation
No more yearning for a companion, accepting me for me..
Allowing the rest to fall in place...

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