When I was a child
I spake as a child...
This is for the girl
Who tries so hard...
So sick of this feeling
That I have deep inside...
I am a masterpiece ,flawed but good
Every part of me beats real and bold...
~*°*~
I was a dreamer, that’s what my mother used to...
You’re Born to Hit the Wall
Stages of you...
~*~
Bequeath a truth they won’t forget...
The wind blows hard, the darkened night,
Scavenging for food, avoiding the light...
In our wokeness,
may we enjoy life...
Life is a guitar, a singing man
stretching like a crack...
It bears Four secret names.
Three appear...
Thank you
for taking something...