Jada Gore Poet Rhyme

Revived

Knelt down by the graves
Of every self I've laid to rest
Listening as their ghosts whisper by name
I hear myself in all of them,
to this I can attest;
     I am no different 
but I am no longer the same
       Made an off offering of rosemary,
a promise to remember;
One day I'll grow the grass as green as they,
and some newer self will kneel here,
in a far off late December;
Knowing that she bloomed from my decay
     Knelt down by the graves
to pay the changes my respect;
With my knees covered in dirt,
my soul is clean
        For all my ghosts stand hand in hand;
every before with who came next
I am only who I am,
because of who I've been

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