This moon, redoubtable in her glory
Bold as the heavens commands attention
I bow, I dance, I listen to stories
Of water, of land, any she mentions
This moon, she follows me so easily
There is no where I can hide from her gaze
Any attempt would be measly
I sit on the sand and contemplate days
This moon, how she shifts my mood up and down
Sways fluid in my body back and forth
I walk into sea, I could almost drown
Unaware of direction, south or north
This moon, this full moon way up in the sky
This moon, this big full moon only knows why
Black ass poems. Black ass stories. Black ass art. Black ass life. Black ass love. Black ass hate. Black ass parenting. Black ass depression. Black ass mania. And other stuff too.
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