If It Was So Honorable

She Didn't Read Books So She Didn't Know That She Was The World And The Heavens Boiled Down To A Drop.

Someone Is Always At My Elbow Reminding Me That I Am The Granddaughter Of Slaves. It Fails To Register Depression With Me.

The Liquor Of Statecraft Is Distilled From The Mash You Got.

Like The Dead-seeming, Cold Rocks, I Have Memories Within That Came Out Of The Material That Went To Make Me. Time And Place Have Had Their Say.

So Janie Waited A Bloom Time, And A Green Time And An Orange Time.