It’s different,
But it’s our song.
It’s still the same,
The words I know by heart,
By touch,
By your taste,
And a hunger I was not expecting
Grips me,
And to make it through the moment,
I will just remind myself again,
That I’m “Alright”
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Mother, WRITER, artist, student, dreamer, civil and human rights activist,
humanitarian, minister in process, mystic, sentient being.
I write to remember; I write to discover; I write to understand; in order to be closer/higher/connected.
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