This book is not about perfection
This is not perfection
This is not heaven
Can I even say hi or do I need to stay high
Will power be damned
Wokeness define a clan
Words be pinned on a man, woman, child
We make adults children
We ain’t perfect
but do we really get it
Do we really get what’s been at the stake
who’s welded the knife
who’s smithed the blade
why?
It is psycho-law-eulogy
It is our trauma history
I’d be you please
pray with me
pray the hatred out
in assemble
in the open
open the door to our heaven