Fresh Love Is the Best Love

Scars along my broken wrist Hair so kinky; made for twists My love for life Is growing, transforming, overflowing In tears Bc out of all the pain I've endured over these years The most painful is watching My people suffer from false identities Stuck in an illusion Masking validity wth a false sense of clarity. Coexisting in the jungle With Tarzan picking acai berries. Living & loving a simple life Banning gmo, mother Luna charges my chakras thruout the nite Sharing a simple bed With my complex wife But that is ok...because this is life.