Sun-kissed, her ripe soul ready to be plucked and placed in a basket with all the important things
her presence screams
in the voices of Davis, Giovanni, Shange
words flow to a frequency that can only be digested when spoke in staccato
engulfed in her vibrato
One must be nuts to not keep her with the important things
She smiles and grins as if she holds the secret to why Lauyrn's 'Everything is Everything'
She captures rooms and places
bridges gaps and spaces
her curls keep climbing gravity-defying earth
at the highest peak when life has beseeched
her hands show no wear and tear from its work
You belong here
and if anything
everyone else is the foreigner.
About the Creator
Seyur
Music Connoisseur, Lover of the Arts, Urban Genius, Author, Writer, Creator and a plethora of dopeness! Bringing vernacular to your soul.
IG: seyur_mine
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