If I write you a poem you have to know what it means
If I put ink to paper and memorize these words
If I stand on a stage and clear my throat before I speak
If I pull the microphone up close and look you in these eyes
Then read through the lines and take care of my heart
Then hold out your arms and catch me if I leap
Then pull out my chair, sit with me and talk
Then open your mind and dream with me where I go
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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