Matter of Fact
I do a courageous thing every day.
As most of us do,
I live, I love as if living wasn't born in me.
Gingerly going on my way.
I must shine all of the time.
Matter of fact is, I must stay i can not sway.
Or be afraid to live.
I can not be even a little shy.
There's a compass in my MIND which
Points the way.
I have ample breaths to breathe.
That's the matter of fact in me.
Copyright © Val Brooklyn Rogers Blk Panther | Year Posted 2019
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