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 Coming up
I didn’t ever really master ‘a spiral’

- Play’d, incorporate:
plays, and aced finals - Scholastics, which had replaced Survival, once Dad arrived intercepting, consequently became The Bible. And in my twisted perception, Mama was Virgin Mary’s model.

‘Holly, jolly Christmas’ had been our motto..
Her’s, and I’s
their emaculate conception, sire to myth.

Than descent His own description,
explicitly
different than I’d grown
to follow.

Thanks be to her now
transposed spirit
Ms. Spragin was my 1st sensai.
When pops whus too late to see us perform our poem.
Queen Mother made sure we saw that smile LIVE
and in person
one last time 
 from atop stage.

Joe and me
like.. People
just doing are shit.
Oblivious.
Renee’s Olivia’s.
It happened how it happens because of Reidi, and my sister Niecy &
Shawntie all to her.
The love that breathed for me. Gave of herself
these first starting letters.

One day, in this city,
This woman sat in a park.
The name of a son came to her as wind moved through light beams; like a dream
had by one remembering others. A song, even a story.
Legend romanticized. A dedication.
In the shallow grass dauntingly patting her tummy and gently set among the clover inflorescence next to dandelions. Parts of West LA at this time it is custom to snatch the fuzzy, feathery bulbs at their stalk to make wishes.
Renee’s is for security, providence.

His name means ‘Endurance’

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