Hi, this is Natasha Noel and I have another poem called Waiting. Waiting I am tired of hurting, tired of pain, tired of waiting, tired of shame. Always second in line, never the first someone else always ahead, never quenching my thirst. Waiting, always waiting I'm tired of this game you put me off and make me wait like I'm not important or the same
Wow. Bra though. Bravo. Beautiful soul. Bravo. I am so proud of you and just so filled with awe and wonder, excitement, joy. That was so beautiful, so amazing. And your vulnerability and the truthfulness in your tears added even more power to an already powerful piece. I will not forget this poem. It is a battle cry for all of us who have been waiting. I love you and I absolutely adore your talent and your voice and your unique perspective