wat feels nice
an’ mighty easy
is wat is felt in skin kissed on by sun.
an’ words held from palm to tongue.
what moves meta two-steppin’
is low hums,
and kind words.
unloved an’ dat moves mah insides ta a place of sorrow
an’ mean spirit.
ah been stuck in a rage an’ mud-
strugglin ta move.
but ah couldn’t under de pressure
of the thousand hurt.
an’ ah had ta sit,
think though thoughts
an’ find wat de next movement meant