IAmJaz

Mutt

 

 

 

 

 

 


Now child
From the tip of your newgrowth
to the underneath of your heels
You withhold more power than one may cook up in their mind
Blood of ten thousand bent back fingered slaves
Strength of multiple African queens with "S's" engraved in their poked out chests
Heart as pure as gold
Courage of a lion
Eyes replaced by hazelnuts
Posture of a gazelle
Voice of that of an angel's
With a mind of your very own
Inside and out
You're made up of so much child

 

 



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