ART

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someone once said to me that explaining kills art

you are art

you never needed an explanation because your breath transcends time

skin ebony and tamed by shea butter

you are like silk soft and sultry

you are a flower in full bloom

many fates have befallen you and yet you still linger like myrrh and sage

clinging to sanity but at what cost?

covert you never shy from a challenge

a catalyst the way you shift paradigms

call me converted you’re the only true religion