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WHAT'S THE COLOR OF HUMANITY. WHAT'S THE COLOR OF VANITY,
DECENCY, OR OUR ROMANCING AND DANCING WITH OUR SANITY?
EVERYONE AWAKES, THEN WALKS INSIDE OF ANCESTRAL CRIES
THAT CHALKLINED THIS EARTH GIVING BIRTH TO FAILING TRYS.
I DON'T MIND AT ALL BEING HOOKED LIKE BAIT IN TRUE FAITH
DANGLING OVER THE BAY TO GET DIPPED INSIDE THE PURLY GATE. SPIRITUAL WATERS, WHICH HOLDS LIFES SON AND DAUGHTER
KNOWING I TOO, SHALL DANCE THE DANCE, TUNED TO SLAUGHTER.
BUT BEFORE I WRAP SELF UP IN A TUNNELED MIND OF 'LOOK AT ME'
THERE ARE HANDS TO GRAB AND ROMANCE WITHIN HUMANITY.
I'LL ENTERTAIN NO EXCUSES NOR WALLOW IN SOME PITY PARTY
I'M A PART OF THIS, BUT NEVER STARTED IT, I DO WANNA LIVE HARDY.
WE ARE THE JUICE OF FRUIT TREES, THE HONEY OF AFRICAN BEES
POLINATED FLOWERS, HOPE THAT GIVE TO THE HOPELESS ON BENDED KNEES.
SONS AND DAUGHTERS, CREATURES OF HABIT TOO, AND NOT CHUMPS
REPRESENT HOT OR COLD, WE CAN FACE A RHINO AND GIVE IT A FIST BUMP.
MATTERS NONE, IF WE ALLOW SELVES TO REMAIN IN ANCESTRAL DREAMS
THAT WAKES ITSELF TO A MORE CYNICAL VIEW OF ANCESTRAL SCHEMES.
'Aw! HUMANITY.....
--BlakMista-- (aka) Wm. J. 7/31/2019
