DREAMS
Tangled mangled
little premature liars
Whipped souls and
damaged hearts set dreams on fire.
Burn dream
distractions I’m remembering yesteryear.
Daydreaming all day
long can’t remedy this fear.
Fear I’m too black
and I talk like this
With feet like these & Wobbly hips
Fear of failing,
falling hard face first
Turtle doves tiddle towards whatever quench their thirst.
It rolls down hill, shit that is....
Dreams a million sequestered.
My mama’s mama, her mama’s mama, no daddy means
We’re
bastards.
My daddy’s daddy, his
daddy’s daddy, no daddy means
Disaster!
We rumble tumble and
mumble grumble
We crumble fumble and
fall
Gotta shake it -take
it or make it- break it
WE GOTTA LIVE IN COLOR Y'ALL!
~TWANNA SHONTAY~
If you can believe it...you can achieve it!
&
i believe IT!
WHAT ABOUT YOU?
cHILL oUT.....iT'S jUST A qUESTION....GOSH!
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