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Griot


Visited by phrases of poetic substance
I write
It is how I breathe
And it is my air
Captured my interest so long ago
I cannot fathom being without it
For it whispers to me at midnight
Calls out to me at dawn


Jealous of no one
She is my mistress
My fears and insecurities
She knows every one
I pour out my heart to her
And she takes me unconditionally


Invading every fiber of my being
Quite possibly part of my DNA
I thirst for this thing
And I'd die without her rhythm
Poetry is my gift from heaven
And I use it
To speak my truth

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