Biography of Jamarra Butterfield
Born and raised in the beautiful Bahamas. Poet, Singer, Song writer.
Jamarra Butterfield Poems
I Need To Hear It
Wrap your arms around me and tell me you'd never let go Tel me I'm your only girl & you want this to grow Show me things you never let anyone else see When you sweet talk make sure it's only to me
I could have men run down my thighs Like the tears on the face of a child Torn up from the slip of the scoop of ice-cream off his cone I could have him kiss every inch of my honey comb
I may be out of line for saying so, But you were never sincere. Don't tell me you were, I saw straight through you.
Pardon My Anticipation
I'm meaningless without you. I need you here, beside me to comfort me. Your arms that hold me, I feel at ease in them. My world is halcyon when I'm with you.
Eyes filled with water, And still you ask me if I'm okay? ! Tears running down my cheeks, And still you ask me if everything's alright? !
Praying For You
I've prayed for you… The one that broke her heart That you change your ways and actions So the next girl won't have to suffer like she did
Secrets shoved between the sheetrock of houses You live there, you hear nothing. Lies built up on mountains in unknown countries You hike it, slip and never fall? !
Stand In Line
Always there when you need me Rain or shine you'll see me But when I need your assistance I gotta, stand-in-line
You sold me dreams millionaires couldn't purchase But I never cared because I slumbered in your security You touched my arm and my entire body trembled You held a spell over me that I've never been able to shake
Watching the clock on my night stand Reminiscing of that one night stand That turned into 2am cravings Early morning, late night…midnight raven
Started with the design you called an approach You placed it on the skin Signature my mind
Three years Six months Five weeks 2 days
The same fibers that you constantly poked at? And all of my garments you complained about My dress was too short, my top was too revealing I changed them all for you.
The way it all started you would have thought I was cold hearten But someone had to make the 1st blow. You threw your lines at me So confident about the bullshit you speak
And If I could remember
I would have estimated the hours, minutes and seconds
But this was a force to be reckoned
As I glanced at my reflection in depression
The mid day and late night sessions