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A set of good enough feelings

The wait 

Where is the satisfaction in the wait? 
You give all this evidence to the po po 
And you feel less 

Less likely 

Less happy 

Less “angry” 

Less Ready. 

Less 

In simple terms you feel less. 

And it makes you feel like all the grace you gave 
Is where the “sa” has found its grave 

You play scrabble of your shoula’s 

Coulda’s 

And woulda’s 

And you then go 

What does that do? 

Nothing much 

Nothing more… 

I’ve read every reddit 

I’ve made every call 

I informed you

I informed the police 

I informed my family 

My school 

My God 

And i have to grip with the sour grapes 

With the fact that i was raped 

And it feels like wind in a controlled environment 

To a point tears dont fall down my face 

It doesnt feel the embrace 

Doesnt feel anything at all 

Where is the satisfaction in the wait? 

Where is the destination in the wander in the hall 
of my anger, pain, violation, sadness, grief, and noticing 
your greed to my body? 

I didnt apply for a cast role on SVU 

To get “we will let you know” 

“We believe you” 

But he 

But he, 

But he… 

But he is who the fuck he is!! 

He is evading 

“Well duh” 

He is lying 

“Well duh” 

He is threatening me 

“Well duh”

He raped me! 

And the following statement 

We believe you! 

“Well duh” 

Thats the only well duh 

That doesnt roll off the tongue 

That doesnt hit the sand like seamless air 
Where is the satisfaction in the fate? 
Where 

Please inform me 

Near Mississippi? 

Near Idaho waters? 

Near Compton residences? 

Near heaven? 

Near niagra? 

Near viagra? 

Where? 

I'll go right now 

Just for it all to finally feel like right now 
Just for the flashbacks to flash back 
Just for the comments to not creep back 
Just for the shoulda’s 

To be i did’s 

For the woulda’s 

To be no more 

And for the pain

To not be my paramores 

All my solace lies in these lines 
As i expose lies 

What an anomaly! 

What a passage 

What an irony 

Not a symphony. 

We gotta just keep the faith 

Run the race 

And believe 

That believing is a good enough feeling
Because that's all I got.

  • Jamorra Monae DuBose Morris
  • Jamorra Monae DuBose Morris is an Off-Broadway director and playwright with over five years of experience staging original works at NYC landmarks like Soho Playhouse and the Davenport Theatre. Originally trained in visual arts and fashion, she evolved into a multifaceted storyteller whose plays—including the Visions trilogy and The Killer Bois—blend performance art with deep social advocacy. Today, Jamorra merges her theatrical expertise with the culinary arts as she pursues a degree at Prince George’s Community College. She currently focuses on storytelling, press, and event curation for small brands and organizations, including the Hyattsville CDC and the Bettie Page estate. By integrating her passions for theater, hospitality, and mental health advocacy, she creates inclusive spaces and media projects designed to ensure diverse voices are seen and heard. Jamorra is a mental health advocate who shares her experiences transparently from conversations surrounding body image, suicide prevention, sexual abuse, hygiene, nutrition, and overall happiness through articles, documentation, case studies, roundtables, and media projects.

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