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WACKED

Some of my kids think I'm wack
It's okay I got my back
It's their opinion
As they were once in

MY BODY

Let my wack lather them
When they slid into this world
I ain't gonna sit here and pout
Let this poetry be unfurled

YOU CANNOT FORCE LOVE

The lonely poet, the reader, the writer
They are from my womanness
My legs are the fighters
I ain't gonna cuss

FLYING ON THE NIGHT BIRD, A CHICK IN AN OLD HEN'S FEATHERS

Wacked, lacked, not enough, too vocal and too tough
I understand
Will always love you much
I am your mama, and here I stand

ALONE.


6/26/2012 1145 cj


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WACKED