Far From Grace
Ancient Goddess
Ghetto voodoo mystic
Creole blood flows like Styx
Hair napped up and twisted
She’s different; so beautiful
But just another statistic
Once so smart and wild
now just another young mother to another doomed child
Just another baby momma now
Who hasn’t seen her baby daddy in a while
Once straight laced and on her way now deterred by faith
She’s 17 but looks twice her age
So young with worry lines on her face
Feels the world on her back
So heavy it weighs
Her spine…
It cracks
It breaks
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