Humble--
Where do you go humble?
Are you afraid, are you sly;
Where do you go when I begin to cry?
I stand before public, you scream out vengeance;
Half-hearten you signal you’re against;
Pride subsides…
Fear is arrest...
Peace, Joy, Love surface
I see you humble
You’re so quiet and warm
A pleasured reassurance, I’m glad you were born
7/27/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2019
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