Everytime you rub my name in dirt i celebrate!Dancing.
Feet bear
Grinned and gritty
Closer to my Mother and all the parts i am made of.
Eyes washed of ego and able to self reflect.
To listen,
and hear your timid.
Recognize your cast off as a self rejection
and hold myself closer,
Divine and Whole and in Love in every direction.
Bigger than hate
Stronger than hate
A hatred-swallowing Devotion.
Unmoveable and Secure
in being good and bad all at once.
Being whole
Being earth seed
Being nothing
Being strange and wonderful
And bagless.
Drama left at the door,
dripping down my surface at the entryway to heaven
“Come in” it is said.
“We are waiting for you.”
-Amani O+
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