How do you flow?What's your copesthetic?I churn like rivers rich and muddypast a southbound railroadthe smell of molasses,honeysuckle and fatbackin my nostrilsI move angry and gentlefloating on a peach horizonthat wakes the day and kissesit goodnightRotate with an R& B bassBlues not far behind -- the jazz androck n roll it spawned in my earLike the rich, black soil of Georgiaa sponge giving and receivingfantastic creatures thatgyrate in your nightmareswhisper in your dreamsLove-doings hot,funky, savoredflavor my flowand I dare to speaketernity to my manI leap on the sceams of my ancestorsa drumbeat pounding in my spiritthat will not be deniedLet me strain and give birthto those riding under my skin --these fierce, hot beingsthat yearn to awakenWhat's your flow?What's your essence?Tell the story....Copyright Valjeanne Jeffers 2010 all rights reserved
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