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Wish I Could Tell You

 I wish I could tell you that it didn't shatter me when you said I was "just a courtesy" and it felt like you swung a sledhammer against my frame cracking the tender limbs still standing trying to let you know that harm being done not to me but to the others that were hungering and thirsting trying to breathe free but could not eat or care for self while you fattened the calf of your ego and expected us to stand like steel and be unbroken from the cracks in  the foundation you pretended were firm

Bones and Blood

the bones of being exists for structure in frame as foundations of living and all the ands  standing and all the ands holding and all the ands held up by the  essence that flows from one to another like a circuit pulsing and rushing giving or not the whole of living the one of breathing two must exist together the knowing of being the one of living the other of holding the formation of both in the blood and bones the bones and blood what is on one is in the other both are  the being of being one not without the other the other without the one neither without life the be of being  in the blood and bones All Rights Reserved Copyright © 2021 by Antona B. Smith Pink Latte Publishing is a division of The Tayé Foster Bradshaw Group LLC Copyright