I will sit with you
There in your cave
The same wind
Will blow over our heads
And we will whisper
Praise to the dirt, to the sky, to Jesus, to God
We will pray together
So sweet and simple prayers
Made from our tears
Thick with our blood, our urine, our sweat
We offer our empty selves to be replenished
All this beauty full we give
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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