Jun 6, 2021
This glisten is holy. Harlem baby do just about erry’thang for her daddy. The real one. Not some wanna be trying to be a pimp. So she be mail lady. Pick up and drop off only. No storing. No more room for extra baggage. She still unpacking. Behind closed doors. Everything is a mess inside. Where you can’t see the process. When She step out all you see is image of progress and this sweat. This holy glisten and how she shine. Like a star she daddy would say. A shining star. She be earth, wind, & fire. She be. GodIs. Work Sweat Glisten Shine. -fin- #thegodiswriting #shortpoems #mtaflows #blahvol3 #juneteenthauthors https://www.instagram.com/p/CPyxgBVD8bz/?utm_medium=tumblr