You know I can’t get Sabbaths off
I can’t complain at least I have a job
I guess God will forgive me for making money on this day of peace
I promise to be generous to your starving children
My souls transcends through you
If I could tell your baby to stay in her nest
She is most blessed sucking on your breasts
If I could have your abby crying all day
I wonder if I would remember to pray
I don’t understand racists
Are you alright? You’re alright with me just the way you are
I don’t know much about you
Present yourself to me so I can make assumptions based on frivolity
I want to know will I ever win
Please tell me so will I ever win
Please God tell me will we ever win
Will you come back will you come back again
Love healing hearts, Shirah Chante, Relationship Artist
Listen to a reading of the poem “Again” on my podcast, “Relationship Rock. Building Relationships That Last!”