These hands old and wise
Remember to touch, to carry
My drumming to yours
Let me hold and remember
Even after death
When my body is forgotten and stiff
Art with me now
Poem me all over
Song me together
Reach into who I have always wanted to be for you
And work with me there
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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