The people who i grew up with had amazing versatility
Enamoured with accessibility
The finger popped to their beats
made entries with sentries and gates that were opened were reopened again
As we were tactfully turning away with past anomalies seeking out transient forms peppered with vague memories
i dont understand these peoples is what your people said
i understand my peoples is what me people said
i understand these peoples is what my people said
My peoples always cooked and shopped sensibly walked yards to get something for less pennies -degrees and levels i suppose its not a competition i was told by “elders” how one eats and lives its basic common sense –
The people who i grew up with never complained about work they worked they were busy with work and getting things done they did not attack those who had more then them just understood the cards were stacked against them and all me peoples had faith they knew it was a just a test mate -because the faithless look for heaven on earth. Again its not here or there just cold facts. If you get that. Get that. Don’t worry if you don’t. Just get on. Mind your own.
The people who raised and who i choice to be raised by had the most remarkable grace. Something like ballet. Something like animal nature. Something like a aura something like a tiger in a cage. Its still a tiger mate.
Most importantly we always loved.
Endlessly and for all.
All Brothers and sisters teachers and keepers and those kept and taught.
love you all. Stay brave. Till next time.