Monday, January 16, 2017

Brown Clay Mother

im from where the sun shines like the mouth of a hurricane
where the devil touched down his devilish cane and
made thunder set loose pain in unseen parts

i aint here to love like so many have  known love to be given
tossed and torn apart

aint seen nothing like me befo
aint make me in his magic little factory

he bound to rain down on all my children
cuz i sound brown
cuz i am brown
he looks upon me and frowns

now aint that godly
aint that the godliest thing

to know all and be all

except whatchu aint create

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