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Free at Last

Soul food you are, feeding my heart with your sincerity.

Black man you are, power in all that you need to be.

One decision to remain seen in your third eye intuition.

Three cheers for seeing past the present to dream about our future.

You spin the wheel of fortune and land inside my heart.

Every stitch of dark matter skin dancing as gods most precious art.

Brown brotha’ with skin of copper and brass, you are everything.


When you are free at last.

Goddess Z

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