From Kings & Queens to cooks that clean. She makes it, then bakes it, nursing and raising little one’s to capture a dream. Yes we can. That’s the plan. We can even run faster than the gingerbread man.
My Life’s Journey
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I know how you want it to be You want the story to be funny
Short, happy and sweet You wish to sing, laugh so you can
Stomp or pat your feet
Not today Not from me
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I intend
To make a blind man see
One like Two likes
Maybe even three
This is my life’s journey
Come walk with me
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Mother raped
Father raped
Sister raped
Lil Brother sold
For this is what I was told
Not going to sugar coat it
Nor decode it
because it’s real in da field
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From Willie Lynch
To Masa’s bench
To the Masonary of D.C.
To Black Wall Street
Don’t run, hangout, follow me
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Lights flashing
Heart poundin’ in ones mouth
The sound of sirens ring
A red state in the south
Tightly holdin’ of the stirring wheel
Grip firmly held as they pass
We finally breathe after holding our breath
Two others faced down in the grass
Thank God it’s not me, today
That’s what most of us would say
My Life’s Journey
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No worries
I’ll keep it light
I know you’re easily to fright
You don’t have to like What I write I’m not here to be polite Nor to make you feel more comfortable In your own skin Now where should I begin
It’s not for you To approve Or disapprove Nor to say What’s appropriate
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My Life’s Journey
Harlem Inner City Blues: Random Thoughts 