Life
Created to please.
I can't do nothin else. But serve
God's meekest and weakest first.
The others can wait.
And why not?
I let the last lead, for they know
how to find water in the desert.
They know that life is sustained
and maintained through the moisture
of the woman. I AM
that river of which the ***** speaks.
Copyright © Carol Bowen-Davis | Year Posted 2021
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