Somewhere near the
Center of this earth
There are trees so tall
None of us can measure
And little black girls
Little black boys
Climb up on top these trees
Wrap their wrists
So tight and strong
With voodoo sticky as syrup
Magic and forgotten as love
Then sleep
So easy and nice
All the way through
The night
So way up up up
In the sky
On those so so so
Strong and tough branches
Nobody can sneak
In their little dreams
And take their lives away
Then they wake up
Early early early
Before the monsters pr(e)y
And swing on down
And kiss the ground
To bless this dirt we walk
Our babies
So tired and forgiving
Holding the world
Together
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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