Whoever said we had all this time
To paint and pray
To write all these poems
Tell so many people we love them
Hold all those hands
Kiss every face
All of all of our time
Is only what we can fit into now
My every I love you
Is for everyone I love
A story dreamt or thought
Is a story to be set free
A tree a flower a leaf in the gutter
Is posed for me now
Not some tomorrow I fancy
Is crossing her legs
Waiting her turn
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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