Going to the Garden in the Ghetto
We go there in two
Hands extended before us catching raindrops
Hands elevated above us slapping praises back down
We aren’t afraid to dance
We aren’t afraid to sing
We have bold bodies
Bold and boisterous and beautiful
My mouth is a pail watering the earth
I lean down close to the rich soil
My lips open
I pour out my gift into its open hands
extended and catching raindrops
My heart opens
I pour out my love into its waiting arms
extended and holding me
It envelops me.
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this is powerful amaryah. thanks.