Sunday, we lay hands on,
and we pray on each other.
Monday, we lay hands on,
and we prey on each other.
Yet we are still...
immersed in denial
like corpses...
still...
immersed in the Nile,
caught up in day-to-day
like river currents.
-HymnAgen
HymnAgen
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Post Traumatic Slave Disorder
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2b2b2 says: DOPE!! |
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love_supreme says: Excellent write. |
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tonnnney4@gmail.com says: spot on! Great read |
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hymnagen says: Thanks, all |
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LP45 says: Deep, deep, deep and deep. Excellent write Hymnagen. Thank you for sharing this. |
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hymnagen says: Thanks very much Ladypoet45 |
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