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Thank You, Lord

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Thank you, Lord.
I want to thank You, Lord
For life and all that that’s in it.
Thank You for the day
And for the hour and for the minute.
I know many are gone,
I’m still living on,
I want to thank You.
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In Retrospect

Last year changed its seasons
subtly, stripped its sultry winds
for the reds of dying leaves, let
gelid drips of winter ice melt onto a
warming earth and urged the dormant
bulbs to brave the m
pain of spring.

We, loving, above the whim of
time, did not notice.

Alone. I remember now.

😢

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hope, spring, high,
Still I’ll rise.

One More Round

There ain’t no pay beneath the sun
As sweet as rest when a job is well done
I was born to work up to my grave
But I was not born
To be a slave.

One more round
And let’s heave it down
One more round
And let’s heave it down.

My Arkansas

There is a deep brooding
In Arkansas.
Old crimes like moss pend
from popular trees.
The sullen earth
is much too
red for comfort.
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Just for a Time

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I don’t like reminiscing
Nostalgia is not my forté
I don’t spill tears
On yesterday’s years
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Men

When I was young, I used to
Watch behind the curtains
As men walked up and down
The street. Wino men, old men.
Young men sharp as mustard.
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Phenomenal Woman

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
❤️‍🔥

A Kind of Love, Some Say
Is it true the ribs can tell
The kick of a beast from a
Lover’s fist? The bruised
Bones recorded well
The sudden shock, the
Hard impact. Then swollen lids,
Sorry eyes, spoke not
Of lost romance, but hurt.

Hate is often confused. Its
Limits are in zones beyond itself. And
Sadists will not learn that
Love by nature, exacts a pain
Unequalled on the rack.