As Florence treads the atlantic coastline.
And with my new opportunities florshing right before me.
This week will be a test of how much I really want to be with me.
Vulnerability and self-full love go hand & hand.
Like butter to bread in a pan
I ain't a big fan of being alone.
But I love the growth that comes with it.
Last night convos with tater tot
Put a hidden block in my heart
But I ain't to quick for another new start
But I hope we can chill in the dark.
As far as another part, as I have hopes of filling my jar.
With wealth upon wealth
But I'm now deciding to stay with in my stealth
And move quietly, riding solo
As hell is on earth, with the city on fire
In hale, in hale, there's heaven
And I have the power to create that heaven
With my bare hands, and maybe even make many fans.
As my soul grows, so do thee rhymes tho
Protect me my ancestors, as I walk through this storm.
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ART GUMBO
PoetryAs my life shifts, so does my poetry. Before dropping BREATH, I want to drop some new content called art gumbo, which is all about accepting my wrong doings, being honest with myself, learning how to love myself, letting go, and finding peace.
