As we sit and listen to the indigoes and the blues
That we profess to see in the sky
Our almost unification of brain and senses tied up together
Reality comes in as if the sun is on top of the horizon
What then?
Live for who I have always percieved you to be
A Strong Black Woman wanting to be Just that
One n All
Then the sun rising into a crisp day of shine
When the diagnosis of the exstended perception
Becomes Your also just
One n a Few
The competition comes to mind when will this
Percrastination of becoming
The Life Of Me
Be the final Beautiful Sunset that will produce a clear whole Moon
No longer waiting on You
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