My gray indicative of growing old
There's no avoiding its senescence now
Still my reflection shows a woman bold
Who has taken risks no asking how
Though I have my days when tired and weak
I wake in prayer, go out to see the sun
Bow my head under sky, ever I'm meek
I play like children, I laugh and have fun
I love every stage of my life, old, young
I am thankful for my health, strength and peace
Thankful for legs, feet, hands, ears, mouth and tongue
One of these days my human self will cease
Till then I will tell wonderful stories
About life and God, nature and glory
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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