old Black ladies carryin shopping bags full of more memories and dreams gap their legs on buses and say things like “dont God work in mysterious ways, baby sweety, yours is just startin, sugar”
old Black ladies with wise written on their faces youth & future written in their eyes spread wide open up to me stretch out their feet cast down on their legs and adjust their veins like road maps they say where they got on when they got to leave and fan fan fan, they got so much to be hot about.
Old women will not enter Paradise: they will be made young and beautiful first.-The Prop
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