Syncopated jazz
It irritates as it sings-
This double bass of us-
Our hearts regulate.
Even if we forget the passwords,
The codes-
This firewall of indiscretion,
Backlit fences
She is a thief now
Referring to some long ago
Slave song
Her people sang-
I dont sing
I dont walk
Anymore.
II
Heart Of Truth
By Kristi Kirby
Naked and
Barefoot
Fresh tears came down
Blue eyes opened
As a shooting star
Flashed across the sky
Her mind is in a
Constant state of
Appreciation
Her center burns
The truth.