As I sink into the mud of society, I feel the press of feet all over my body. A deluge of eternal tears, temporal, yet soaking, has muddied the earth and I feel a press in my chest.

A million feet of aborted babies, dance a celebration of life momentarily lived. A million feet of black inmates, stomp my stomach with boots of caged aggression.

A million mothers of dead sons lost to gangster streets sachet and sway down my thighs to a morbid death march in
a straight line of black.

My calves play host to billions of fatherless children. They hop hopscotch at midnight and dream dreams of a two-step with no partner.

My back is hardwood dance floor, splintered, with no wax.
Upon it billions of childless mothers and overly fertile fathers reach for one another in a tragic tango as fingertips fleetingly fail to link and no arms embrace to fill the void, complete the dance, so the music stops.

I continue to sink as my feet dance upon my forehead…

whoaaaaaaaaa!!!
felt ya on dis

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I am more and more sure of your title as our WINNER :)

thank trinity. much love sista.

thanks much your Richness!!!!

very deep indeed
you do have the power
in your flows
wonderful
Peace
BlueWater:heart:

dang this was so hot...I was truly feeling the depth of this

Thanks so much Foxi! I appreaciate your read.