Listen how Ghana I chant you
Early before sun
Can you see goats and gods and chicken
Strut cross our paths
Feel dirt and gravel welcome at our feet
Do you dream of me
Do you hear my tongue
How it clicks and waves mountain
Look at the water lift at my command
Smell the rain like sage clean our sins so fine
Are we sinners
Angels free as we
See this skirt red and long I bought at the marketplace
From the blueblack woman
With tomorrow in her eyes
Want me to tell you what she knows
Are we far enough away from Los Angeles Airport yet
From all those horns and bodies busy
Destroying this whole world
Can we teleport to mother for the night
My nipples slippery in your teeth
In a hut we built together
Your neck safe inside my palms
Fingers lost inside my hair
Till we can't come home again
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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