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God made the platelets that coagulate
To get grown I couldn’t wait
To have my say
To find my way
To not be berated on any given day
Iyanla said I needed to heal
Try explaining to the young what’s real
They only know magic… I only knew tragic…
And the path that beckon
What is real
The old do not know
So some steal from their young
Then bind their tongue
and call it loyalty
Or religious royalty
And we all suffer in silence
Except when the violence gets loud
And the power makes them proud
And memories curdle
But no tears over spilt milk and wasted youth
A thousand little cuts— Death would be just
But remembrance lives on
In defiance I am reborn
Because my body can heal itself
But the mind— takes time
And if health is wealth
How do I feed that greed
Soothe that need
When I was taught to hate myself
To be generous with the gold in my heart
And to never thwart the thief
Burden lay down I need the relief
Sea and Savasana be still I needed the peace
Hurt had a hold I needed—release
Who am I and what is love
AA or higher power above
Say my name
Been drunk off the pain
too long…
Because the mind— takes time
Dare I love myself
Dare I count my wealth
And collect my blessings
From the lessons
Adorn myself and preen with self-esteem
Darwinism and Human Beings—
And God made the platelets
