If you haven't noticed...I'm not consistent...AT ALL. Hell, I'm OK with this.
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 I thank those who bare with me. My appreciation is infinite. SOOO...here are some poems for you.

I am washed in the blood…of my ancestors.

Jesus and I never got to know each other.

I was told that if I accepted his word that

My heart may be cleansed.

That Jesus could relay my word to God.

As if I was not worthy of speaking with God on my own.

*as usual..the poem belongs to Asata Asani but feel free to share as long as you acknowledge the source.*