and so is her freedom,
I lay nude on golden sheets. I smoke and create clouds,
She’s on a cloud
strength and solitude
my soul was blue, today it’s purple
who knows what’s next for tomorrow’s soul, too?
all i wear is my anklet
i’m reminded I’m never
I’m still a slave to my society.
So I wear my anklet,
to decorate my freedom
twist my hair
Grandmother Virgie, are you there?
I stare at the Queen in