Tell me again why/
folks crowd to a Gospel choir’s /
front row, then talk loud?
*Yeah, I know it’s hypocritical to tell someone to shut up at a Gospel concert, but REALLY!?!?! Just because your Momma ain’t around doesn’t mean you can be rude and forget your manners!
You know I don’t feel/
well when there’s free museums/
and food, but I’m home.
Strands of color/
framed her auburn hair .
and golden face /
and I knew not where
the rainbow ended and/
she began.
When artists dribble/
in corners under their work,/
is that also art?
When I am with her,
all other people but the
Savior disappear.
Cyrano Writer: Musings of a Revolutionary Romantic Poet 
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