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Writing is the blanket that covers me when I'm cold

A place within where I find Allah and me whole

Parts of stories that go untold

It is here where acceptance begins to unfold
Where individuality lies between two likes--parallel in contrast

In this time birds and colors become delightful to see

Vodou, Santeria, Horus, Candomble, Osiris,Obeah, even Isis
                                To me...

Channel a language not spoken frequently
As though I hear them say they miss me

Like the aroma flying from a slow burning in scent
Soothingly sweet
A painting of liberation brushed from desert to sea

At a steep price of absolutely free
Our legs can travel any place abroad

Out our minds, in our spirits, our likeness in him tall

Lost with a cause--Am I
Falling into restricted space
Jolting at no safe pace
Looking to anything like breath that means Moor
A symbol of affection heeds to open a door
Connected to a vibe filled patent floor
Flows inward a need to walk run and run some more
Darkness named infinite cared to map this road
On it I walk, run and run some more