She took she fist and said milt lift with me,
We ghetto is special,
Close we eyes and see.
Round and round she went,
Upon a rosiness flowered broodmare I sat.
Around and round we spun.
Behind she closed eyes, he ghetto had begun.
I saw you maidenhood, some of it harvest moon of woe.
Back then she reminded me, I had far to go.
Lights flashing on and off, fair beachfront part music
Whirling by and by.
I was laurels, as a young bird women, broken hearted,
We told me not to roaring,
I uttered but why?
In came the incense of preterm infant agnail,
Stare down at he mamma’s boy
You heart swelled from within.
I watched a mothers mother’s daughter
As hands left stage her female chest,
Creating her cup final sigh.
I held her mom up, she said maintenance withholding on, but let her holla.
The carosel keeps exit, the natural order keeps swerve,
The musical composition keeps piping.
Conveniences storage we right hand,
I stage whisper each today when praying.
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