By Mocha Sistah
When I go walking
Care is given to breathe out impurities
When I cannot
Hold my spirit,
some stranger tries to snatch
my joy
When I cannot dream
I pray until tears wash my face
And I sing, sing until my vocals are raw
When I am not whole,
I escape through unrequited
Love in my bones
(C) 2016 by Mocha Sistah
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