because at the end of the day
its about me
and the love i have for
myself
its the knowing how much
the great mother/father
holds my head
in his hand
across her breasts
its letting the air
fill my chest
then releasing it slowly
its being still
remembering peace
accepting love
honoring my own greatness
appreciating the good times
learning lessons from all the bumpy roads
being in the now
free writing
releasing the language
tangled inside
freeing paragraphs
and stanzas
i cant hold
creating a new today
better tomorrow
loving the now
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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