I don’t know how to pray, I could’ve, for you, prayed,
I’m not souled else I could've, of substance, paid,
I’ll hold yo’ plight in heart until my time visits me grayed,
I am by time reminded of yo’ sorrow…nothing is left unsaid.
Disaster visited you impoverished, disdained and disowned…
Discover still yo’ inner strength, the time you let go and grown.
Diseased by work, you stood; you cruised and laughed blown…
Disservice that dogged you was your superior’s fear…stoned.
Gather your strength, and gather the energy of your laugh.
Grab your middle passage resilience…you know your tough,
Glories, stories, and niches no one can assume when life’s rough
....to be continued