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Far away, black bags lay riddled with your clothes
Brown boxes frame your entry into the future
And here where she used to stay by me hand in mine
She is happy with her life
The figuring out of my own accountability
I am not ashamed or afraid of the gangster time of my life
Did I throw signs and tattos against her restless sleep
Send sirens to the ear lobe?
Was there the disruption of my womb giving life to another
Whose father is street orientated
I sit without glasses poised, eyes not reading so brightly
Yet my soul jumps and I know I am forgiven for what was not mine
Just paralled parked for awhile
Then drove away
does this drive you away now? My sisters riding forth with righteousness
Leaving memories of laughter
All I can do is work for more but unapologetically
I did me.
