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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
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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