Stalker jay townsend Johnson Henry
she beckoned my soul i sat in fear
nothing to focus on except writing a tear
she busted through the window to her surprise
sitting with me was st john paull 11
suddenly this opened her eyes
it was my identity she was after
her name was jay townsend Johnson
henry i was yolanda but very plain not vain
this thief was after my thoughts
plagerist jane whispered threats
she wanted my song
i expressed to her
id been writing too long
she was from tampa and i chicago
living in tampa and fort myers
jane was vile climbing through
my townhome window ripping pages
from my night stand exposing herself
to my diary quickly she grew obssessed
with my culture in chicago my heritage
with mayor daley cicely tyson 1971
joseph medill school finally lincolns tomb
i studied in springfield illinois 1969
jane was enraged with my identity
for every page i wrote classified who i was
8000 munchen 90 touring of germany
she threatened my life
from guns to poison i sat with my pope
a feeling of purity a since of hope
she would join corruption
fraudulently using my name
threatening me daily
all the same i continued
to write pant and cry
i gather i shall till the day i die
Copyright © Yolanda Joy Nicholsen | Year Posted 2011
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