My momma said
these roots that I grow will stabilize me
yet they have held me down
and strangled my wings
like the leaves that fall
they drift back and forth
I hold out my hand tryin to catch the last of the warmth
the feathers provide as they leave
my roots in the paper work
each time I sign my name
I do it all for my children
more of myself in search of nutrients
so to stabilize me
us
my spirituality not yet
My spirituality rooted out
out of chaos
shared as my hair dreads
as I dread repetition
My mind wanders as I soar,
tell death I do my part
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