Poverty
is a
state of mind - words that I chant to my childhood
A mind so f r e e
that no one can find the price tag - never been for sale
Prayers spill out into the hospital hallways
The cries of a seasoned black queen ring into our ears
she prays
she prays for herself
for the queen lying in bed in discomfort
I close my eyes and join her
she confirmed her love for melanin
yall need me to pray for yall too
you already have
how long has it been since a stranger
offered something so meaningful
how long has it been
since a stranger
felt like family
-God is a relative
