baby’s name is Earth
her brother is Fire
I can predict their next two sibling’s names
But what if they have five children?
What happens then?
Trump chews up the wages we earn
But money digested can turn!
The cash kale he’ll mange
Leaves him too orange
And builds a great wall of heartburn
This thug's tint much like lady bug
Won’t last from the green funds he’ll chug
Don's mug becomes brown
When what he scarfs down
Reveals a chameleon-like slug
I've noticed,
As our economic and politically empowered
too consistently lead with their Right,
All us non-elite women
people of color
LGBTQ
and indigenous people
predictably lean to our Left
To find a space
where we feel safer,
and a sacred place
where we might imagine
our lives actually matter.
"I wish I could predict the future,
For there would be less anxiety to endure
As you would know the outcome,
Of that which was most worrisome
You could change some events,
So the outcome always made sense
The problem with this,
Always wanting your wish
Is that you would always be changing,
The outcome you were making
Punch,
Counter punch
So in the end nothing you wanted to see,
Turned out to be
Perhaps this is why God gave us faith,
To endure the wait
Say a prayer or two,
To get us through
Those difficult times,
Or a mountain climbed
So we are in a happier space,
To accept the results of “our” race
For we are stronger than we know,
To persevere through the challenges below
So rise up and achieve on your own,
The future you want known
For there can be no prediction,
Only personal dedication
That the road you are on is true,
And belief God chose this path for you"
Shuffle a dance, tap into your soul,
With these seventy eight cards of occult,
Then deal them out in this magical pattern,
So I can translate your result,
Now let’s read your energy, your future, your life,
Read what you want to know,
Read how Death with a King and a Queen,
Are eclipsed by the good Star of hope,
Your cards forecast a new flame, a new start,
How your happy will rise with the Sun,
Especially with this huge abundance of Cups,
That scream out a fantastic of fun,
Your cards, your life, your future, your past,
Are displayed with one beautiful spread,
And they say your life is going to change,
Yep, that’s what your Tarot cards said.
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