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If my pencil could permanently erase the stress,

in children and adults with no food in their guts,

no money for their needs,

disappointments,

by folks not hearing their pleads,

living in environment unsafe,

hindering life to succeed,

Using all the erasers in the World quickly, it would be erase

and replaced,

back on to the

Too privileged to feel obligated

people,

witnessing the less fortunate struggling,

seeing small children faces starving,

to walk by distasteful clutching wallets,

sending money overseas to hide their accounts in greed,

living for themselves guard and gated, no vision to fix what is obviously inflated.

Yes, the red ink will dry for those folks in Karma.

In the meantime, while imagination escapes to wish a better fate, for the minority hoods and the kind people, who work long hours for good in the communities,

ASK yourself, are you doing what you should, If you could?

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Steppin on my Journey…

All footprints

are unique,

these size 7 feet,

stomps

fast,

in sassy-swag,

no other

legs and thighs

can match

in strength,

Possibly,

in length

5’4,

in any shoe

when my feet

embraces

the floor

moving,

as they should

to places

in between

toe spaces,

quickly,

in some cases

without traces.

Persevere

Hold on,

keep living

strong,

we both been

trapped so long

into

an enclosed

wicked world

losing many we love,

ripped from our

stitched hearts,

as a perfect part

of our life

prior to

evil transporting DEATH

to condolences.

Don’t give in,

even though we all

carry blood clots of

sin to the thinner veins

in circulation

before,

we choke out of life

I need you here.

Don’t disappear.