Scars along my broken wrist
Hair so kinky; made for twists
My love for life
Is growing, transforming, overflowing
Bc out of all the pain I've endured over these years
The most painful is watching
My people suffer from false identities
Stuck in an illusion
Masking validity wth a false sense of clarity.
Coexisting in the jungle
With Tarzan picking acai berries.
Living & loving a simple life
Banning gmo, mother Luna charges my chakras thruout the nite
Sharing a simple bed
With my complex wife
But that is ok...because this is life.