Would she still be her,
If we hadn't been?
No my love she would be black,
Red or yellow,
Any color of humanity's beautiful rainbow,
Beet red with rage toward development,
yellow balance with the Tao,
Or black with rhythm,
That sweet fast beat,
Decentralized and empowering to all,
Not just the electrified,
But now that she is,
Germanity and Fillipina,
She is the fuse of two worlds,
Brought together by spirit and
Medicine to heal ourselves,
That is who she came from,
Through the eclipse of souls
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Blue Dental Squirrel (Pseudonym) (
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amazing 🙂 such a great poem. does love show us who we really are, interesting wording
That's why racism is almost funny because we are all only a relationship away from a new family tree, we are ment to be that way and evolve:) thank god we don't all look like Trump, boring and gold! No rythm in our feet:)
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