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She

they call

she answers

they curse her name

she’s tries to stifle

the chatter

while forced to accept

justification for

the disrespect

and walk through life

without regret

for accepting

that she was to be considered

and allow

herself to be called

anything less than

your majesty

queen

or beautiful being

she

was the good girl

who was never seen

and taunted

like a bad girl

so she

became the defiled being…

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Southern Hospitality

We govern ourselves

according to a moral creed

that ensures that

any individual born and bread here

exhibit warm,

welcoming

and hospitable behavior…

It’s what we refer to as

Southern Hospitality.

Although

it has been mocked

and taken for-granted

you yearn for it

and

we don’t know

how to cope in a world without it…

No dis to

cold shoulders,

mean mugs

and

entry into rooms with empty greetings

but

we learn,

that when you walk into a room,

you greet respectfully

every being.

And we always remember

to appear gracious and courteous

in the presence

of others…

So

discontinue your

side eye,

and learn to smile

and compliment people,

as they pass by.

Let’s make southern hospitality

that much easier, to come by. ..

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UNIT-Y

For some reason
We identify more with UNIT
Than UNIT-Y
We are making exceptions for goals
To be seen
When the UNIT is to support
Selfish ideology
But
We need
UNIT-Y

Missing the message
Allowing the idea of perfection
To provide misdirection
Where are we headed?

As a UNIT
We seek
Yet do not find
Because ignorance defines
Said goal
To be clueless
To lack understanding
Of the notion of mass control

You allow yourself to be manipulated
As a UNIT
In the absence of UNIT-Y

No hope for the future
We are not where we should be
Fighting one another for the same dream
Same goal
Geed feen
Money and power
Yields
Chaos
Monstrosity
I hope you see
The UNIT supports
Selfish ideology
But
We
Are in desperate need
Of
UNIT-Y

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My Body, A Perfect Testimony

Sagging thighs, vein filled calves and wilted tattoos, that’s what I see.  And yet, I’m still captivated by you.

Scars of life, stare back at me, and in hindsight, speaks to the pain and pleasure we’ve shared.   And now, as breath is far and few in between, I close my eyes and reflect on the memories, we’ve shared.

THE MEMORIES… Continue reading My Body, A Perfect Testimony