Nana

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If there be a legacy
Decidedly mine will be
Silver not white, though all it’s worth
Afro-bold, in spirit, for, I’ll keep good company

Down with brushing shifting shoulders at all times, Day or Night
Upswept, if it serves a proper purpose

Shouts The Story everyday

If thinning it becomes in my end days
May it be that others gathered to pass on the baton
Queens that came before me, know this: You did your job

Keep Fallin’

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I am ashamed at myself

For truck headlights I’ve studied from the front porch swing
That turned-tail and ran

For flowers I’ve cultivated from the heart for us
That went wholly uncherished

Heavy rains pour down
These dancing feet now dampened

I am ashamed at you

Homecoming

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Homecoming flowers forthcoming
Feel no absence of my hand
Neither plead with some clock that I’d take time
Nor beg my eyes to see them stay, faithfully

We dance simple, together

I take my vow to let them
Take my breath away
They take their vow to make me
Run happily home