Auburn love walked bowed legs XCII years…mountain highs-valley lows, bus routes to homes of the white affluent, scrubbing dirty mosaic tiles, shadowed by stale late night celebrations of new deals… our raw deal.
Auburn love walked bowed legs XCII years…Daddy’s tired shoulders holding our promises of food-and- shelter above his own life, his wife; first love…his children first breath after prayer, of thanksgiving for life.
Auburn love walked bowed legs XCII years…sleeping peacefully with Daddy-hold tight on God’s right wing of love above the clouds, we dream loud as Auburn leaves sweep forest drab floors as memoirs flicker…
I inhale a blessed life and exhale my passion of poetic signatures. My past has not been kind, however, my zeal to overcome the frailties of life has blessed me beyond measure. I am a devoted wife and Christian believer.
Outside my rain pours, inside your heart weeps More than a breathe in your mistress reeks Girdle me all along, I wanna divest in your cape Where I can probe for the measures of your step The day you assert,
A shimmer of light in the darkness of my thoughts, the rare moment that the grey skies clear away and I see my surroundings exactly how I should, these briefs moments serve as a testament for my survival, Bitter and